Self-eavesdropping in on my mind without consent…
Listening to pessimistic and optimistic sounds,
Looping round and round more that irrational and reasonable thoughts
Racing to get bread and all the while thinking, what if I'm left out
Oh my! Let me make haste before I forget to add lines to the first one started a while ago. Remembering times ago when I thought things were under Thumb's Control.
Got me wondering if my mind used words as baits, then turned around then switched- -
Maybe I just slipped?
I've lived in, and with some hard times in the past, and had to go it alone
Avoiding places and people. Was attached to the past and lacking hope!
Consciousness said, be quiet! Meditate. And stop chasing negative moods round and round
They're robbing you of your senses of well-being!
With consent, I put periods at the end of sentences stressing anxiety and fear, shame and blame, anger and bitterness!
Planted seeds. Germinated a new perspective. Now I'm watching ME grow.
November 19,2014
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