Weevils of the Mind
Fingers on the keyboard
Unlock mysteries of the mind
Guarded by the demons of
Secrecy, shame and self-consciousness
I can hear these demons now
As numerous as the weevils
Boring into my cranium
Snarling and snapping in my ear
O tortured thoughts
Reveal thyselves
Unwrap your presence
Open yourselves to the sun's strength
As thy spirit absorbs the light
So will thy bones and marrow
Glow with the red cells of life's blood
O mindfulness
Meditate upon the spirit
Know that muscle and sinew
Are but thy weak brethren
For within thy sub-conscious
Lies the universe's answers
They will reveal themselves
According to your courageousness
And willingness to listen
March 10, 2016
Copyright © Kathleen Kroll | Year Posted 2016
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