this cluttered mind of mine
fancies itself a home
a varied vault of memories
misgivings trapped in time
so subtle
the reminders
a space made to hold
much more than it should carry
both in sweetness and in sad
many are the days
made in this mess of mazes
save for respite and retreat
a world lived in labyrinths
these words wander home
to a place made perfect
fit solely just for me
this haven
makes one wonder
how a person
such as me
willful yet woeful
paradoxically can be
my mind is my home
as you can now see
for better or worse
my home is my mind
chaotic and calm
how these intertwine
they weave and they weave
how one affects the other
until death do us part
and as a reminder
if one should need
home is wherever
wherever I see
tangled together forever
and only I
hold the key
About the Creator
Greer Monroe
my mind is my home; weathered & worn. anxiety both friend & foe. towing the edge of exhaustion. insomnia first; chaotic calm, second. forever; paradoxically me ♥️
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