Gather your thoughts,
come walk
Down the winding road you know
Like the back of your hand.
The years have changed much,
But the sights pull us home.
Our hearts rest here.
the silence speaks
As a whisper in the wind.
Here, the cares we carried
Slip
Away.

My mind is swimming in hazy fog,
covering each of my quieted thoughts.
Every synapse, a whirring cog,
Turning inside my brain forming clots.

I had lied on my side, and passively consumed;
Tugged towards a multicolored screen.
Now I’m starting to mentally exhume
for details and remember what my eyes have seen.

I’m left with one dominant thought, a hope,
That I’ll soon learn some healthier ways to cope.

A little warmth on his tongue
Kept him spiraling
Down.
Towards a tunnel with no light
At the end Of it.
Opening,
Pouring,
Blurring the lines.
Until they don’t exist
Anymore.
It’s time to shut the door
To reality.

I’ve looked at this reminder 20 times now.
I’m not entirely sure how
Looking a 21st is meant to help me.
It’s just something I do habitually.
To soothe my mind that wants things done,
Always fighting battles before they’re won.

I never really seem to be satisfied.
Hopefully one day I’ll realize “it’s just a ride.”
And understand that I’m already prepared.
I hold myself to standards you wouldn’t dare
To hold me to.
I’m my own worst critic, through and through.

Sometimes, my mind ends up feeling stuck.
The juices won’t  flow, and I’m all out of luck.
Yesterday I didn’t even have to try,
The pen went to paper and I just let it fly.

Maybe I can create from this frustration,
something to encapsulate my aggravation.
At wanting to write when nothing wants to come out.
That struggle is what this is all about.

I hope it’s easier tomorrow than it was today,
So I can let my mind wander and play.

Supposedly your room is a reflection of your mind.
Well in that case, I must be the crazy kind
Of person. Everything’s strewn about.
Is my unwashed clothing a symbol of self doubt?
Are the random papers the things I forgot?
****, I’ve probably forgotten a lot.

I should probably do something about this mess.
Where on earth are my keys? Anyway, I digress.
I’ve got plenty of time to organize and clean,
It’ll look like the sanest room you’ve ever seen.

I’m not sure what to say or what to do.
Everything is foreign, everything is new.
As one door closes, several others open.
There’s going to be a lot of searching,
And a lot of hoping.

Hoping to help those in need with problems of the mind.
Giving sight to all who feel blind.
Believing in those who can’t believe in themselves,
Until they can put their demons on the shelves.

This, this is how I leave my mark.
By guiding my confidants through their endless dark.
And reminding them to stop and deeply breathe,
To look at daunting situations and believe.

Believe that they can face their deepest fears,
Fight through all of their hardest years,
Through all the slight and heavy tears.

Until every mountain makes them smile.
I’ll go with them, mile after mile.