The Mind I Try to Calm
I am firmly stuck in another life inside my head
The Mind I Try to Calm
I wake to thoughts that press against my chest,
A tide that rises even when I breathe,
The quiet never settles into rest.
I try to hold the ache inside my nest,
Yet every hour pulls me underneath,
I wake to thoughts that press against my chest.
The mind repeats the worries I confessed,
A circle drawn too tight for quick relief,
The quiet never settles into rest.
I move through days and hope for something blessed,
A moment free from shadows at my teeth,
I wake to thoughts that press against my chest.
But still I walk, I give my heart its test,
I face the night though doubt works like a thief,
The quiet never settles into rest.
And even when my world feels dispossessed,
I try to rise and claim the light I seek,
I wake to thoughts that press against my chest,
The quiet never settles into rest.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (3)
Yes, it seems that a writer's mind never really shuts down, but one must know when it is time to shut down. Good job.
I hope you do actually get some rest though
This resonates so well with the form. The refrains really embody that nervous energy. Great job!