Duvet deep, traitor mind fishing worries
What if, why, random fears and wretchedness
Ghosts of the day parade
Surf past on a sickening tide, clasp at my heart
Until your warm arms exorcise
Copyright © 2017 Kim Whysall-Hammond
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Yep, it’s all in the mind – it’s the living we should fear.
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Indeed!
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Sounds like my nights frequently. Hard to shut off those thoughts. (Have found meditation helps….)
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I used to meditate (at the end of Yoga lessons). I’ll give it a go again.
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