Essence

I cannot always be like a flower,
I have a lot of garbage as well.

Just a thought

Uncharted zone
transitory
perhaps,
like treading on egg shells
crackling
beneath.

Mind games

We fight a war
each day
silently sparring
feelings,thoughts,words
bouncing against
the walls of
our minds…..

I lose
You lose.

It never really ends……

Mind

Calm as a lake
touched by
occasional ripples..
gentle refelections of
dancing clouds..
pass by just
skimming the surface.