Mind Holes
The tree is huge,
Way up above
are new leaves
Washed by rain,
renewed by sunlight
But below,
on the lower branches
are cobwebs
The inner soul,
the mind created
long back,
untouched by years
The past always returns
to haunt and refresh
Quietly we tread
carefully, each night
to avoid the holes
for fear of being pulled back
into the recesses of the mind
Mostly, we succeed
But sometimes,
we fall
and revisit
the graves
and the muck
Come out covered
in the dust of yesterday
and the murky waters,
Rising up, struggling out,
Like a time traveller,
Washed by rain,
renewed by sunlight.
The tree is huge,
Way up above
are new leaves
Washed by rain,
renewed by sunlight
But below,
on the lower branches
are cobwebs
The inner soul,
the mind created
long back,
untouched by years
The past always returns
to haunt and refresh
Quietly we tread
carefully, each night
to avoid the holes
for fear of being pulled back
into the recesses of the mind
Mostly, we succeed
But sometimes,
we fall
and revisit
the graves
and the muck
Come out covered
in the dust of yesterday
and the murky waters,
Rising up, struggling out,
Like a time traveller,
Washed by rain,
renewed by sunlight.
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