The Mind

The Mind

By Patrick Harnish

January 29, 2009

The mind is a fragile place

Sometimes dozing into space

Taking for granted all you know

Hoping the mind will grow

The birds around you chirp loud

Your mind filled with a cloud

You think of better days

But what would I say

I was on the computer today

And knew that I would be okay

I wrote to them that night

As I found myself in fright

They said talk to the school today

And everything will be okay

I spoke up very loud and cried

I knew they were on my side

As they whisked me away

I heard my self say

Thanks to you my friend

That this is not my end

My mind is open and alive

Again I was able to thrive

Peace and joy in my life

With no danger or strife

Off I go happy and unafraid

No need for a new Band-Aid

A love so kind and sweet

That I didn’t miss a beat

I will keep you in my prayers

And know that someone cares.