Round and Round
Turning round and round
is the crazed world of
my young adult youth mind.
A mind that like a
hamster's wheel, races and races until
it is exhausted.
Exhaustion that pulls it out
of reality and enters
into a spinning circle
of fear like hiding
in the closet of the
Soul.
Fear races in its heart
and strains the strength that
has been built.
Through this fear, the mind
is suffocating; no air, no breathing.
Through all the suffocation,
it finds some type of cool breeze.
A cool breeze of relaxation as the waves rock
back and forth with great agility.
No longer is there any fear, suffocation, or exhaustion,
but simply true relaxation, peace, and
tranquility.
It is confusing on how the mind
works like that. One moment it finds itself
in total pain and then the next
it is relaxed, peaceful, and tranquil.
I wish my mind worked like; to stay with
the goodness that is within.
Copyright © Bernadette Ignaciuk | Year Posted 2010
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