Naked Mind

Forbes Kwinana

Blurry eyes,
but not the vision—
the mind, a storm.
Sweat pools to the floor;
faith remains.

A shattered heart,
yet love endures—
not from the heart,
but with all my mind.

Focused,
I visualize the forecast,
then cast it forward.
It costs:
fun,
lover,
friends,
family.

The heart bleeds,
but the vision heals.
Faith broadens,
and I am finally alive.

Was it worth it?
Is it worth it?
I guess I’ve answered myself,
peacefully.

  • Author: Forbes Kwinana (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 3rd, 2024 15:16
  • Category: Unclassified
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