Black Poetry : Troubles of Mind

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  1. WindWalker

    WindWalker Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Troubles of Mind

    I took a walk I’d hoped would be pleasant
    on a cold, wet and windy day
    and how I wished the sun had shone;
    how I wished for a soft, warm breeze
    to warm my face and hands today.

    My troubles hound me like a cold wind;
    like a driving November rain.
    They penetrate my clothes;
    keep my heart in their icy grip;
    keep me from the love I seek to share;
    they numb my hands: and I cannot touch.

    There is a way out of this;
    a place beyond these troubles of mind;
    where bitterness is washed away
    as rain washes down a street.
    There is a way to see;
    a way to skirt potholes and cracks
    on the uneven road of life;
    a way to not stumble, nor to fall;
    a way, a sure way, a final way
    to replace fear with love.

    How? Consciously choosing
    to transform the fear-filled mind.
     
  2. Rashad

    Rashad Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    That's it!!

    "Consciously chosing to transform the mind"
    Tyte scribe here, I dig!!
     
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    Reason Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    WW

    Excellent Scribe Bruh!

    Reas
     
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