Mindset (10 Rules Poem)
Black umbrellas bloom
in this cold morning
rain like anxiety or
hopelessness taking root
and curling me up
into a monstrous ball.
I’m headed to school
in plodding boots
against a current that
is flowing homeward.
I’m as soggy and
limp as old cornflakes.
I am floating cold.
I am Frodo, burdened
in my darkness,
trodding toward Mt. Doom.
But black thoughts bloom
because I am capable
of dreams. I’m free
to see umbrellas or
anxiety, or...flowers-
festivals or funerals.
I’m eating my words
either way, be they
cornflakes or tomato soup.
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