My mind has become my enemy,
One that shares this space inside of me but cares not for my well-being.
It turns night into day, lust into love, wants into envy,
Truth – my truth – into lies.
It whispers in my left ear, words
My right side, it knows, will reject.
In the beginning, my human beginning, my mind
Was my friend, my ally, my confidant, but no more.
So I spend my time sitting and focusing on my
Return to that initial, eternal being,
And when that process is complete,
My mind will return to its natural state as my life navigator and soul companion.
Its taunting will stop, its search for drama will cease,
Its creation of a hundred hurtful scenarios a day will end,
And once again, as it was in the beginning,
It will become my friend.
May the friendship dominate
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Yes, lets hope so!! Good to hear from you. š
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Seems to be the state of mind of many this time of year.
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The mind deceives a lot and Iām testimony to that. However, it does get better with time and patience. Just hold on. This poem was lovely!
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Thanks so much for your comment, I agree! š
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