My mind is a war zone
With no winners
And many casualties.
My mind is the home
Of my deepest thoughts,
Biggest dreams,
And even bigger fears.
My mind is a place
Where safety
Is not a guarantee.
My mind is,
On many days,
My biggest enemy.
About the Creator
JM
23 #younggiftedandblack
Writer/Poet
Music/Pop Culture Lover
If You Love Me, You'll Do It
I met Jason when I was five years old. I could say that I loved him from the moment I saw him. He was so handsome to me and I felt in awe by his presence. When they introduced him as the new kid in school, I wanted to be his friend right away. I remember it like it was yesterday. I remember his smile and how he didn't seem shy. He appeared confident and ready to learn. I waved at him and said "hello," before anyone else could even say a word. He sat next to me, and I asked him if he wanted to be friends. He looked so happy as he said, "Yes!"
By Sidney Smith (Sid Smith)7 days ago in Fiction
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Beautiful poem and very relatable. I once tried explaining this concept to my Dad, who is also a chronic over-thinker. He said to me that once he gave himself empty space to think and feel (sitting undistracted for a period of time, regularly) he began to see his frantic mind for what it was - a gift. He told me I was like a superhero who had not yet learnt to control her powers. You are the same, JM.