Hilda Oakley

Australian author and poet

   Jan 06

A Mind in Turmoil

Wave after wave of searing pain,
Crippling my thoughts, invading my brain,
Unseen, unheard, I was falling apart,
Bruised, broken, tearing at my heart.

Fear consumed me, entering my mind,
Seeking peace, running away to hide,
Wherever I go, trials follow each day,
As I walk the rocky, narrow way.

Others don’t know or understand,
My torment and that I need a hand,
Some say “My! Aren’t you looking well?”
When you’re really on the edge of hell.

Mentally challenged, feeling raw,
Leaving me exhausted and totally unsure,
Wounded, hurting, wishing I could be free,
From this illness, an unknown mystery.

Seeing a beautiful rainbow in the sky,
A sign from heaven, the Master on high,
Like beautiful roses, or flowers I bought,
Gifts from nature can change my thoughts.

This mountain, this weight, that has possessed me,
Can be dissolved, dispersed, with good company,
Practicing mindfulness, and a friendly chat,
No-one could ask for more than that.

These small things ease the burdens I bear,
Uplifting my spirits, a breath of fresh air,
Wow! I am excited as I can be,
For a short time I have found liberty.

Hilda Oakley
Copyright © 20.07.2009

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