Mountains of thoughts
Piled up in inside me
Sitting in my lotus position
Contemplating life’s virtues
Stress is neither a person, place, nor thing
Yet is causes so much chaos
My temple houses confusion
The aura surrounding me spills uncertainty
I begin to question my ability to be sane
Tugging at my hair ready to scream
Gasping for air and fighting to escape
Emotions of sadness, anger, & entrapment
My soul screams to be free
To escape from the burden of responsibility
I wish to be alone on my island
Secluded to be accompanied by peace
The chance to hear the birds and wind pass by
Opportunities to see nothing when I close my eyes
Hoping one day my mind can be clear of all things
Waiting for the day where I can meditate
And actually listen to my soul.
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