The Time To Think... by Ceniqua L. Proctor aka Nicole Leshelle

I lay my troubled mind on this desk,

Making a correlation of similarity in the foundation.

Its so cold and hard that its numb to sensation.

As i breathe I feel a void that is yet to be explained,

The hinderance that intervenes what is ordained.

My mind is trained.

This hold is fixed,

With no one to blame.

I can't take back the agony,

What was meant to be a tragedy.

These excuses flow heavily on the very core of my brain.

At day break, this is who I am.

A person so full of sorrow that it demeans my potential.

Inner healing is absolutely essential.

I sit and waddle in my self pity,

Though others seek me to be wity.

I am a new me.

My cold days are vanishing rapidly,

I don't ever want to see that mirror again.

This desk is not only cold and hard,

Its stable and resourceful.

I lay here and I demand a better understanding.

As I am one with this surface Ive matured profusely,

All I needed was The Time To Think..