Posted by Helena Smole in Improved self-image
on Dec 16th, 2024
My mind is like a little boy,
Who makes everything his toy.
Unaware of any danger –
I have to be its constant ranger.
I tell it to stay away from detail –
Most of the time to no avail.
I remind it to stop looking for guilt –
It finds not some, but a whole quilt.
I put stress on not living in the future –
Yet how much anxiety my mind will nurture.
I cannot leave it alone for a moment.
It gets restless, loose and impatient.
Take care,
Helena Smole, author of:
– a fantasy novel with romance Vivvy and Izzy the Dwarf: A series about relationships
– Balancing the Beast, a book...