My mind has become a minefield.
Boom Boom Boom
So many different seeds, have been planted within, the past few months.
As these seeds take root and grow, they are pushing at the brain matter, around them.
Boom Boom Boom
Bombs are going off like fireworks on New Year’s Eve !
It never stops,
even in my sleep
In the deep corners of my unconscious mind there are seeds growing.
So many images, so many short stories.
Boom Boom Boom
When the fragments fall and resettle I look around at the mess.
While trying to clean up the clutter
I begin to find and see so many new things that are confusing and things that are so crystal clear.
I wonder why I hadn’t realized it before.
Maybe I didn’t want to see?
Maybe I didn’t want to know, for the sake of comfort and safety?
So I guess it is time to
re-question ME.
In the minefield of my mind.
Boom Boom Boom

Issa.