my mind
is like a kind
of trap
where things get wrapped
up
and tangled
hope
often strangled
till all
comes falling to the floor
the twinkling stars
of things that seem so far
and the creatures
falling on the floor
till one day I crash
midst the whole of that
and my mind splatters onto the floor
it's over I think
as my heart is on the brink
of too much
and too little time
and yet as I write this rhyme
it is like the sign
of finding out
what it is for
that this messiness is more
than a mess
but a moment entirely blessed
and in this moment
of tugging emotions and thoughts and things
there is goodness He brings
because He has already brought
quite a lot
and that's something, I unfortunately forgot
but now can remember
no longer dismembered
but piece by piece
joined
together
stronger than the feather
I once was
turning into a rock
that can be used
slowly pushed, and heated and fused
whole.
