A Weary Mind

The world holds so many places

That are useless to me if

I remain confined.

The flowers in bloom remain

Unseen and the stars, ungazed

If I can’t get ahold of my mind.

There are opportunities galore,

But my legs are unable to move

While my thoughts dash

Along the walls, the streets, the

Cities and towns; my head is

Moving too fast.

I’m not sure where it’s headed

Or where it’ll end, but I know

The uncertainty is frightening.

It’ll be roaming one night with

Ideas bouncing through, and

Then I’ll be struck like lightening.

This is it; here is my purpose.

I’ve been waiting for far

Too long.

At least it feels that way, if it

Would’ve taken longer,

Maybe I’d be gone.

But I made it and I’m there, in

The made up future

Of my mind.

I’m scared and feel like stopping,

But too interested in what

I might find.

So I’ll move on with dragged

Limbs and weary thoughts

That scream

Too loud to comprehend,

But I know they’re

Meant for me.

Forward I move, having little

To no sense made of my

Very aching.

I’m told to trust the process,

But what if I am only a

Disaster in the making?

I’ll never know until I arrive

At the destination I’m

Told is before me.

Maybe as I progress, I will

finally uncover the meaning

behind my mind’s plea.