In the garden of my mind
A tree with bent trunks and curvy branches, I find
Looking at it, from different sides
A different story, it provides
A ‘what if’, through the leaves out here
A ‘why’, peeping out somewhere
‘Did I’ , ‘Should I’ , the hanging fruit
And ‘Am I’ sitting, at the root
I water them with sleepless nights
restlessness fighting respites
feeding them on my anxious thoughts
pruning them with my fears, lots!
As the tree blossoms – the tangled thoughts
Leaving me all foggy, tied in knots
Taking me round and round in circles tight
Paralysing, no solution in sight
All this very Exhausting – endless
In the garden of my mind
A tree with bent trunks and curvy branches, I find
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