Sometimes my mind is
The tenacious current of a river
Tearing away at rock
Subconsciously
Narrow and in pursuit of
One goal
Frothing with white foam
Carving through hills and cliffs
Relentless.
And other times it is
A lake
Expansive.
Settling over smooth stone
Content and placid
Only disturbed by
Plants and geese.
Deep.
I reflect the sun, but that
Is not the entire thing
Oh no.
Down in the depths
Where everything is dark
Few places perturbed by sunlight
Cold and unforgiving.
But then again
Doesn't everyone
Have a dark side?
YOU ARE READING
Dreams and Destruction
PoetryThese are my thoughts, my words. The storms in my brain. The wars waged in my mind at night and the bees pricking at my heart. This is my soul in your hands.
