Shell

A poem titled Shell that reads: My mind Isn't very kind It plays tricks at times Overcasting the sublime Shadows dance in the light Making me forget it's alright I hear monsters under my bed Forgetting they are in my head I must remind myself it's all okay Regardless of what the news say All will work out in the end For we can all mend

My mind is like a shell, protecting me from the rest of the work. But doing so also keeps me locked up in the dark. That can be isolating at times, forgetting the light that is on the outside. My thoughts often leave me unsettled, distorting my reality and creating a sense of unease. 

 

This poem is a reminder for those that also find themselves believing the thoughts going through their heads; the world isn’t as dark and scary as it may seem at time. By delving deeper into the intricacies of the human mind, it becomes easier to look beyond the thoughts in my head. The mind can be fragile and elusive, with protective mechanisms to keep the ego alive.  

 

There is always a crisis of some sort going on, but look beyond the fear that arises and find the light in the situation. With enough inner strength, I can break free from the limiting shell of beliefs and see life as it truly is: a wonderful experience worth savoring.