A bruised mind from the blows of thoughts

A bruised mind from blows of thoughts, A heavy heart, with emotions caught, In a maze of reflections, I wander and roam, Searching for solace, a place to call home. The weight of worries, a burden to bear, A constant barrage, of fears and despair, The mind a battlefield, where thoughts collide, Leaving scars, and a soul to hide. The echoes of memories, a haunting refrain, A reminder of joys, and loves in vain, The whispers of what-ifs, a nagging pain, A bruised mind struggling, to love again. But still I hold on, to hope's thin thread, A glimmer of light, in the darkest dread, For in the silence, a voice whispers low, "Healing will come, and peace will grow." So I'll tend to my mind, with gentle care, And nurture the wounds, that thoughts have shared, And though bruised and battered, I'll find a way, To rise above, and seize a brighter day.