Stepping into Your Mind

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I step into your mind

It’s like peak hour.

Cars, trucks, hustle, bustle                                    Why am I here?

Noise deafening

Flashing lights,                                                      Why am I here?

Eat, stop, buy, sell.

Sound is a cacophony                                          Why am I here?

Horns blare,  screaming voices

It is overwhelming, chaos rules.                        Why am I here?

I want to run

Flee.                                                                        Run Michael run!

I turn to step away

Your hand slips into mine,

Your grip is firm

You lean into me.

As your lips brush my ear

You whisper

It’s ok

Stick with me

You’ll be ok.


Your warmth floods over me.


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10 Responses to Stepping into Your Mind

  1. Anja says:

    🙂 Lovely piece. We all need someone to help us through those kind of moments when we want to escape. Made me smile.

  2. nightlake says:

    This is such a different attempt and the companionship is endearing

  3. I love the format of this poem – the repetition of the question ‘Why am I here?” echoes the way we do ask questions of ourselves over and over again. Sometimes, we need someone else to help us find the answer.

  4. In between the hustle and bustle of every day life, a hand that holds can be all the calming influence we need. Lovely Summer.

  5. Linda Vernon says:

    I can just feel the confusion. I think we all feel that so often! I know I do. And oh to have that comforting hand instead of an angry, blaring horn in your face is like the sun after a storm. A really lovely poem!

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