In this era of self-reflection, meditation and mindfulness, I wonder if we actually accrue the mental equipment necessary to protect ourselves as we progress through life.
Depths
Within the labyrinth
of the human mind,
in a place no-one
will ever find,
are history, trauma
and reverie,
behind the dark door
of memory.
Through the door is
a tideless sea,
only accessible to
you or me,
beneath the surface shallows
and trenches,
into which our memory
plunges.
There for our eternity,
sometimes raised for conscious scrutiny,
only to be shared to suitable audiences,
too rich for the unattached masses.
An ocean of actions and experiences,
not to be forgotten they are treasures,
but applied by us accordingly,
for self-repair knowingly.
© David L. Atkinson March 2025
God Bless
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