POEM!

Meditation

By: Nikole UniQue Wallace

It takes my young mind to a very good place.

All the stress in my youth is hard to escape.

The mind, my mind, a terrible thing to waste,

Feels free to roam in the jungle like an ape.

Then, sometimes it feels captured as in a zoo.

Nowhere to run or expand outside the bars,

It has to sit still and not think of you.

This quietness brings the memory of scars.

Yet, this thing you have taught me I remember,

I use it each day to get to the next.

Now thoughts of you are turned into ember.

No more thinking “worry,” no more feeling vexed.

This technique is all I need to survive.

It keeps sanity in and me alive.