Sometimes my mind is wonderful
Sometimes my mind is wild
Sometimes my mind is bright and free
And dances like a child
Sometimes my heart is lighted
Sometimes my heart is whole
Sometimes my heart is burning flames
Of embers and of coal
Sometimes my soul is present
Sometimes my soul is loud
Sometimes my soul is open and kind
And lets itself be found
Sometimes my mind is ugly
Sometimes my mind is dark
Sometimes my mind is cold and spiked
And covered in scars and marks
Sometimes my heart is heavy
Sometimes my heart is bleeding
Sometimes my heart is broken and done
And keeping me from breathing
Sometimes my soul is gone
Sometimes my soul is silent
Sometimes my soul is closed and mean
And virtually non existent.
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