Depression, anxiety, names in a bind,
Many have suffered, my chaotic mind.
Lost in a maze, now with eyes refined,
Treasures to find, in the undug mine,
Jade and gold, with diamond aligned,
Crafting wonders, with love intertwined.
A quest for serenity, a path designed,
To heal and harmonize, the soul of mine.
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Author:
YingranZ (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Aha! A short and quick one! I was just thinking of putting it in the info section. But I feel it's worthy of a post too! I had some ideas for the title: "The Purpose"', "The Treasure", "My Mine". I could not decide when this poem was first created yesterday. Yet when I think about it today, "The Mine" could be a good choice. Because it builds a better picture of natural existence. This is the exact same way I expect to feel when I look inside my mind and see what is in me. Aren't we all, no matter how crazy and absurd, some kind of natural existence in this universe? ;)
- Category: Spiritual
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