There is 24/7 talk in my head
It doesn’t even stop in my
dreams
It’s part of having a body
with a brain
It doesn’t stop—even in prayer
But during prayer and dreams
It at least seems friendly
But then the world talk starts
again
Work, traffic, media, news,
and fear
Depression, anxiety,
apprehension
That something has gone
terribly wrong
I fix a grilled cheese
sandwich—my favorite food
And listen to old music—“Mother Mary comes to me
And whispers word of
wisdom-Let it be.”
I eat the sandwich and go to
bed
And dream—Tomorrow has not
happened yet
And never will—I wake up with
no yesterdays.
I let it be.
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