By Vaishnavi Jamched
Most threatening at its weakest,
Dangerous but not necessarily tough,
Hazardous enough to end life without a drop of poison,
Wandering through all phases of time,
Our mind is all of this at once.
We are born inexperienced with a resilient and open mind.
The dynamics of life mould our thoughts and dreams,
But how many of us can claim to have a sound mind?
Imaginary concepts of pride and ego lead us to foreign battles.
Hours of thinking and internalizing our beliefs and opinions
Put us in the eye of the storm brewing inside of us.
A storm with no forecasts, but one that rains in a veiled pattern.
Our choices form the stepping stones on our path.
Some steps may put us on a false trail,
We panic, We retrace.
Once, twice, how many times for the perfect outcome?
When will we move forward?
Our body is a mere mortal vessel.
How can it contain our eminent energy?
We sing, we dance, we paint, we write,
We create our own languages.
Why then condense and suppress our persona?
Soaring through the skies, free and disarmed,
Even a once perilous mind can be reformed.