mind full or mind empty

There are clothes on the ground

The bed‘s not made

But you’ll sit on your bed and you’ll close your eyes and no attention is paid

Feet tapping

Nerves snapping

Mind pulled away

When you wish you were dead, you’ll cover your head and put on an ugly charade

Sitting in for yourself

When the table is empty

You’ll think there’s no hope

While there really is plenty

Take a bath

Color

Run

Even crying may do

When you’re filled to the brim

And the future seems dim

Do something for yourself

Leave the stress on the shelf

Let no one change the tide

Take the bad things in stride

Mind-full or mind empty,

Our stress is all plenty.

Love yourself and in time,

Maybe you’ll feel fine.

Yours Truly,

Charly Heinrich

Poem Contest 2023 Winner