My Mind… The Mixed Bag…

My mind, at times, keeps changing emotions in this drama that is life. It is happy when it sees the world changes according to its liking; it feels right at home with the world. When it does not get its wish, it becomes sad and feels the world is ambushing it when it is at its weakest. Any other inquisitive mind at that moment feels like a meddler, not leaving it in peace when it yearns to be alone. Its face is hideous when provoked, angelic when satisfied. It can’t be controlled by me when it is provoked or sad, and I turn to other minds that listens to its reasons and shows it the path to continue on. It is like my mind is an entity. It is independent, yet dependent; free but chained; only my mind knows what it is feeling at that moment. Very few can read it correctly; those who can read it, they are its true companions.

Three Word Wednesday

Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

22 thoughts on “My Mind… The Mixed Bag…”

  1. I love the whole entry, but the last two sentences really speak to me! I think I can relate to this because (depending on the situation) I feel like I've become a whole different person.

  2. Oh..Leo..u hav said sumthing which i can easily relate to..i jus second yr thoughts..very well portrayed..yes..r mind often seems to be a bag of mixed feelings..!!!

  3. How we all see things from our point of view. Our minds all tangled up in us so that few others can read them. I like what you have said here…and I really like the little guy pushing the pencil at the top of your page. I think I can almost read his mind.

  4. Loved the reflection and the voice. I know my mind works in mysterious ways, independent of my body. Something to think about – and you triggered that.

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