Wind Tunnels

A troubled mind travels through wind tunnels of angst and despair,
Colder than a night below 30° without a blanket in sight.
Forever cursed by idle hands refusing to write their own life story…

Yet,
On a search it goes!
A search that won’t conclude unless you face yourself along every waning goal,
It promised it’d never let go of…

Still.
A troubled mind doesn’t know any better even when it’s showed love.
Even when there isn’t anything to worry about while it blows up!
And,
Bleeds out in ways it has never thought of before…

“Maybe,
I am worthless”
First thought that comes across when knocked out on a floor.
“Nobody cares if I’m hurting!”
Second thought leading to the one you believe will help you soar.
“I guess,
Death is next with how it urges me to fall asleep,
Eternally,
Beneath the surface…”

Some survive,
Some don’t,
No matter how much a troubled mind tries to cope.
Unfortunate,
But,
When your mind is rich with thoughts wicked in nature?
What other answer is there but to let it seep through every single pore until,
They are no longer present…

Conundrums able to be solved through a pen and a pad,
Or,
A step on a dance floor.
A brush covered in red and a canvas painting away everlasting pain for,
A joyful life you can only see for yourself,
When drawn toward inklings of love transformed!
Into creations,
Others can see when feeling evasive.
Passion inspiring another to chase their own dream,
Instead of settling for complacency…