i used to think my mind
was a black box i couldn’t lift.
its weight was too much for a second pair of hands,
and no table could support it.
it didn’t belong to me, but i was no thief.
it was clouded, but no eye-test clarified
that black fog.
but over time, i was knighted queen of my kingdom,
my mind is mine, it just got misplaced.
now, i pamper it, water it and tuck it in.
i am present (my mind is a present), just needed repair.
i am the toolbox, the first-aid kit, the key.
the lock was just abandoned for a while.