Jan 5, 2023
I keep pushing down thoughts
Like balloons in a swimming pool.
You could keep one below water pretty easy,
Sitting on it and chatting with your friends
Like it’s not there.
But it is.
You could hold two below the surface.
It would be tricky, but sort of silly,
Taking a little more attention.
As the number rises, you find
That you can think of nothing else
But repressing,
And all your mental energy
All your attention
All you have
Is spent on keeping all those thoughts
Below the surface.
Someone paint me a picture.
I’m floating on my back,
And I’m letting all my balloons rise around me,
And they are floating away.
And I welcome back clarity and peace,
A breeze, which blows my thoughts away.