my mind is mine

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.

 

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