Tangled and lost
in the hoop of
his own deranging thoughts
which crippled him from inside
also consisting of
those dark memories
and lonely moments
when no one was there
to tell him
not to give up,
to go on anyways.
Messy mind is
the worst kind
you can’t contemplate
for even a second
what is wrong
and what is right.
He had it,
all those thoughts
about him and about others
which scared him
but then one day
he got on the radar
and was founded by someone.
Luckily, that someone
also went through this roller coaster
called life at one point.
So he came
and discovered that this guy
needs to be separated
from his
coil of jumbled thoughts.
And slowly, with appropriate time
he cut the cord
which was the main reason
of the boy’s attachment
to his muddled up thoughts.
They used to sit at night,
cross-legged
on the floor,
surrounded with nothing,
but peace
and they did one thing,
few people do nowadays,
they talked.
He helped him,
he arranged his mind
like he had an OCD for
disfigured thoughts,
he helped him
getting back
by taking one step,
just one step,
he cut the cord.
Yes, he cut the cord.