Mind Over Matters

April 13, 2014

A year ago

I wanted death.

My mind raced.

My breath hastened .

My chest felt tight.

Shadows filled thoughts.

My mind was crossed.

I wanted life.

I wanted death.

Limbo of thought.

But that was then

and this is now.

When thoughts creep in,

I count to ten,

closing my eyes.

I see my world

where I find peace.

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