Precious Keeping Space

Your mind is a precious holding place,

Yet you’ve felt the muddying thoughts steal space.

The squeezing, pounding in your brain,

Is a familiarly rampant kind of pain.

If only someone could heal your head, 

So comfort could fill that space instead.

But then you remember that healing is not,

A one-off bargain, or single lesson to be taught.

Your mind is a precious keeping place,

It will take some time to restore the space.

Some thoughts, they are good to keep and savor,

Some thoughts you must toss, for it is in your favor.

Remember the preciousness of the holding space,

It’s a library of ideas and memories interlaced.

Some thoughts you’ve stored up since you were very young,

They are well-loved and worn, they live on the tip of your tongue.

Sometimes those memories need to be met,

By a truth that gently allows your facts to reset.

You’ll find that often your mind does not know,

Its preciousness, for it will tell you so.

Remember that the goodness you possess,

Remains, regardless of your aching mind’s protests.

It is a cunning fight to truly believe,

In a goodness you feel you cannot perceive.

It is like fighting fatigue through a thick of weeds,

You’re enveloped in thickets and struggle amidst the reeds,

But warming gold light can break through your space,

It fills and it glows, it sets and relates.

Your mind is a precious holding place,

Strive to treat it as such and give yourself grace.