Mind Be Still

Mind be still
By Sine Cosby
Sleeps no stranger; it’s set apart tonight. Past-neurological inflictions steal the peace from me. Why run from me you human beings? Is the abyss more than you wish for? My fault; I believe of it so. Teach me again oh mother. For mother did not spoil me; I spoiled I. To have repelled human interaction with one word. That makes I selfish to place fear upon the weakened shelf of others hearts. But my hearts says otherwise. So why run from me for mere words that no intention to bare your fears. But to free you of your own inflictions so you may sleep. While I have no peace; your smile is worth the sacrifice. Yet I weep out of my jurisdiction. How can it be? The lack of control can portray such things when I do what’s moral. So I think. Thank You dear mother; whom has been molded by the hands of God to allow many unimaginable miracles. You have illuminated minds accusation of self-glory to be of self-neglect. Now peace is upon the mind of one who sacrifices self-relations for the improvement inter-relations.