This Weary Mind of Mine [Written By Bekah]

Spinning...

Whirling...

The blurry shapes flying by...

Over and over and over. 

Confusion...

Bewilderment...

The tunnels all look the same...

One merging into the other. 

Hopelessness...

Despair...

A deep well of sadness...

With no bottom. 

*plink plink plink*

A myraid of stones...

Like my thoughts...

Each one different...

Slowly falling and disappearing. 

I gaze at the pictures in my mind...

Searching for the one with the map on it...

A guide for me to follow...

As I take these next steps. 

But the pictures...

They begin to move...

Faster and faster and faster...

Until they scatter off and

Leave my soul gasping in the darkness. 

Panic...

Begin to loose control...

To spiral downwards...

A never-ending ride. 

Insecurity...

Self-doubting...

Quivering like a scared dog

In a thunder storm.

This.

This is the mind of a creative soul,

Who after many struggles, 

Has lost the heart to search, 

For a new purpose.

This.

This is my mind.

This is the mind I live with,

Day in,

Day out. 

A mind that never shuts off,

Or slows down,

Nor stops churning. 

This is the mind many people do not understand,

Could not understand,

Would not want to understand. 

This is the mind of...

A Dreamer,

A Revoluntionary,

A Reformer. 

This is the mind I will...

Live by,

Stand by,

Fight by, 

Die by. 

But for now, this mind is merely...

Weary. 

[All photos found via Google. All credit goes to the original photographers/designers]