In The Cupboard Of My Mind Poem by Sheena Blackhall

In the Cupboard of my mind
In the cupboard of my mind
Many curious things you'd find

For different selves, a different mask
Strategies for every task

There's a meditation bell
Echoes from an ocean shell

There are images of light
Visions of a lark in flight

There's the horror of a doll
Frightened me when I was small

There are keys for many doors
Flickering sights from foreign shores

There's the ticking of a clock
There's my feelings, under lock

Books for my imagination
Music, too, for inspiration

If a drill-hole you should make
Through the skull to my mind-scape
In the core, above, below
Bens emerge and rivers flow