“My mind is a neighborhood I try not to go into
alone.”
― Anne Lamott
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what goes on in my mind
is not for amateurs
or the faint of heart
it’s a jungle in there baby!
regrets about things pasts
fears for the future
shadowy places where
odd creatures linger…
who knows what hides in the
nooks and crevasses
my mind is kind of a like a back alley
steamy and crowded
dumpsters full of rotting material
a babble of noise echoing
bouncing off
the wet brick walls
and yet, at the end of that alley
the sun breaks
and the world spreads brilliant and
full of light
there is clarity
and peace
and all I have to do to get there
is close my eyes
and breathe
and center
and listen to my heart
beat
and say a causal hello
to God
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