Abstract mind

My mind is like some abstract art,It’s got pieces that don’t fit!

When I think, it’s not linear it’s
All over the place a bit.

Why is it that it sometimes hurts as it fires around my head?

Sometimes the only peace I get is when I go to bed.

It’s like a jazz tune abstract and surprising,

Often feels like a bad moon rising.
Swirling around, unsure of reactions,

Mixed about with many factions.

Then Peace comes in, I welcome it,

A friendly face can take it’s place.

Within the abstract chambers of my mind,

Peace, be still, come in and be at home.

Quench the darts, the triggers, the doubts,

Bring soothing balm and peace bubbles,

My mind is frayed it has a fringe,

It’s not smooth around the edges,

They’re all furled up and slightly tattered,

Just use it anyway, what does it matter ???

From.one pearl to another

Margaret Dexter-Lewis

28th June 2019

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