Out Of My Head Poem by W.I. Stoneberger

Out Of My Head



The human mind still a mystery;
what seems misfortune
can be miracle.
Sorrow can become smile.
Tragedy can turn into something
quite else.

In the memory pool,
the sad ones float
- skim the surface
and see what gets caught
(remember and release) .

Depression is a deep thought
that takes a long time
to be thought through;
sometimes when it's done,
it starts again.

Each day has its own mood,
its own memory
and emotional cycle.
A minute changes everything.
A mind can create anything.

Explore the mystery...
Embrace the contradictions...

...the human mind.

Thursday, May 14, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: depression,memory
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Sandra Martyres 14 May 2009

Indeed the human mind is the most complicated work of nature....so difficult to predict or decipher...good write.

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