When life stops, time slows down,
movement becomes heavy…
where does your mind go?
If the world is filled with light and joy,
with tired smiles from before…
Where does your mind go?
Do the soul, mind, and body run out of light?
Is the darkness overpowering the brightness?
Where must that spark appear again?
Will dull smooth gaze return to the textured world?
Where did my mind go…
Things that held colour,
now only appear in grey.
No more electricity,
the spark has faded.
Melt into this new environment,
melt away.
Do not ask.
The world is not of worth for the answer.
Instead remember the cycle,
follow the steps,
And electricity will run again.
But…
you have to break the cycle first.
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Author:
Caitlyn Nicholson (
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- Category: Reflection
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Well as a first poem on mps welcome and what a cycle to start with here. Great poem
Welcome to MPS. Here is a poem of cycles. Cycles are made so as to keep a ritual without having to think of it. Where did the mind go indeed. A lovely write.
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