My mind is like an ocean.
Wild, open and unpredictable.
Some days it will be calm and steady, the waves lapping against the sand.
Other days it will be messy and rocky, the waves taking down anything in their way.
While the waves crash in a hurricane of emotions,
I will be silent, letting my mind rot and drown in the salt water.
It highjacks my mind to make me angry, sad, confused, worried, anxious...
While the waves lap against the shore in a calm state,
I will be talkative, letting my thoughts be free from the jail that holds it.
It highjacks my mind to make me peaceful, happier, clear minded, stress free...
But it is all quickly ruined.
It only takes a shift in the wind to make me fall into a spiral of fear.
The hurricane brews in the back of my mind, teasing, poking at my thoughts.
I fight battles against the pirates that control my emotion.
Their treasure is buried shallow below the surface.
Only the smallest things lead my thoughts to be unburied.
Unleash them against my young mind and leave me speechless.
Like an empty shell, I sit and wait for the storm to pass.
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Head in the Clouds {Poetry}
Thơ cathis book holds everything in my mind, expressed through rhyming and art. this book holds everything I cannot say to my friends, family, and honestly anyone. #FreeMentalIllness #FreeYourBody #ProjectWomanUp #ProtectFemCharacters #StopSlutShaming #...
