Mind Field

           It’s as if my mind is a vast field. It has been polluted with years of trash and neglect. All this has caused it to become over taken by the weeds of doubt, cluttered with the underbrush of pain. The many storms of the past have caused erosion of the most productive soil. Still scattered throughout are a few wild flowers of hope.

          But what you see on the surface is not the real problem. It’s what’s laying just blow the surface that makes the mind so dangerous. Scattered all over the mind just below the surface are triggers. As we walk around aimlessly unaware of where these many triggers are, we set them off at the most inopportune times, each explosion tearing away another part of who we are. It’s as if we are at war with ourselves, unable to defend ourselves we can only try to keep the damage to a minimum. We must stay strong in spite of the open wounds that try to destroy us.

          What will it take to destroy me? How long can I be among the walking wounded? What will cause me to lay my weapon down in surrender to the pain? What will cause me to throw my hands up in defeat saying “Enough is enough!” Will it be one more explosion of the pain from the past, or am I strong enough to take on several more hits. Only time will tell…………..

BOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!