By-Josphin George
The chaos you are hearing
Surrounding you like a wormhole
Perhaps not even started yet
Maybe it’s all in your mind.
The eyes that are staring you
May not even be looking at you
The whispers you are hearing
May not even about you
Maybe it’s all in your mind.
The hurdles putting you down
Perhaps are for letting you up
The wounds you've got
Perhaps are for healing your soul
The pain you are feeling right now
Maybe it’s all in your mind.
So stay strong till the end
She said to her heart
Cause if something bad happens
We'll blame the mind.
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This poem has been published in the book 'The Last Flower Of Spring'. Buy the paperback copy on Amazon: https://tinyurl.com/y9sydnxn