-- Imprisoned by a Thought --
by John Herlihy
Strange how we can be imprisoned by a thought,
Imprisoned by a notion we have never sought.
Alone, burdened, with heavy weight in the mind,
Unwilling to be lifted, leaving bad feelings behind.
How can this happen, I find my mind in charge,
Moving thru the waters of my day as a river barge.
The mind the prison, the instrument a sole thought,
My honest reasoning cast aside and left for naught.
We awaken in the morning, the thought still there,
Nothing can take its place, not even a silent prayer.
It moves through the day like phases of the moon,
Half moon, full moon, a sickle cutting the gloom.
Amazing how a simple thought can take full control,
Weaving its way thru the mind with misery it stole.
The desire for revenge inspired by recent betrayal,
Suffering from a death that our tender hearts assail.
From this labyrinth of negativity set yourself free,
Sit yourself down, empty the mind, breathe deeply.
Our mind has reasons but should not be in control,
Draw upon the inner sanctum of your abiding soul.
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Copyright ©John Herlihy
Friday 3 January 2025
I had just one of those situations going for the last couple of days. Luckily, an intermediary jumped in and helped resolve the situation today so that it no longer bothers me.
Ron