minefield
are you ready to come
out of the cave? have you
had enough of drowning?
the mind has claws,
ties your view into knots
drags you under
with the weight of stones
you know this mind
it perseverates,
steals sleep
tangles intention
revs apprehension
let it go—set it down
that gnarl will not undo—
then swim away
that’s right
use powerful strokes
minefield mind, a drag
on vigor and time
2022 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.
the heart of the matter 
oh, there is so much truth in this Skye. Thank you.
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Yes—not only this mind, but the tendency of all minds.
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Perfect picture of my mind, too.
Thank you!
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this is the nature of all minds! We have so much company. Thank you for commenting!
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