The Fragility of the Mind

The mind it twists, and turns within,

A labyrinth of thoughts, that no one can win,

A fragile thing, that's easily swayed,

By the forces of life, that it's afraid.

It's a mystery, that no one can solve,

A puzzle that's complex, and deeply involved,

With the secrets of the soul, and the heart,

And the struggles, that tear us apart.

It's a battlefield, of our own design,

Where the war between, reason and emotion, align,

And the outcome, is never quite clear,

For the mind is a creature, that's always sincere.

So let us be gentle, with our own mind,

And treat it with care, of the gentle kind,

For the fragility of the psyche, is a precious thing,

And a gift that's rare, that we should never sting.