My Mind Is Like a Little Boy

A peaceful lake.

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 offering a bright view of schizoaffective disorder ˗ bipolar or manic-depressive type