Mindset

School helps keep it in check, projects help keep it focused, and so on and so forth. But lets face it, my brain is loosing control. Already I find it hard to string sentences together to make them sound coherent, already I find myself losing my train of thought. Words float around me drawing my focus out. The book is on hold till further notice.

My soul, though frayed, is alive. My body is battered, but well. But my mind is dying. Souls can be revitalised, My body can heal. but my mind cant be replaced. whatever I lose is lost.

Even reading comes harder now. I used to be able to pick up a book and read from sunrise to sunset without noticing the time. I used to spend hours and hours reading and rereading my favourites. Now it takes a huge effort just to do so.

Need to pull myself out of this rut. need to get back up.

Falling slowly, but no one can see
Me, no one to find my broken sword
Stabbed into the rock that is my Soul

The rock that is my sanctuary

No one will move, budge, tamper
Destroy, break or bend it.

However, on the rock stands a

House, once standing tall and bold
Now, every stone worn down, every tile
Cracked, Memories are all that remain.

Even windows let no light through

Steadfast in my values, unyielding in
Spirit, but even they cannot save me from
The darkness outside the failing light,
For already the flames begin to flicker

My memories give me experience, give me power
But that power is fast leaving what once was
Soon even memories will not help me

I hold it in for however long I can

Hold it in till i no longer have the strength

Like a shroud it will engulf me.

Cheers

Healing Poet