My Mind

Clouded space of thought,
Always thinking, always humming,
Holder of every stained memory,
Wispy, stormy, fleeting,
Dreamer of many wonders.

They tell me you are safe and I
believe them, for I have seen your green,
green meadows under the golden sun, dancing
over the flowers.
And they tell me you are dangerous and I answer:
Yes, for I have seen the twisted and terrible storms brewing.
And they tell me you are mad and I
reply : Yes, because I have seen the split second
in which your smile turns to violent
tears.
And having answered so I turn to those who
scoff at my mind, and I scoff right back
at them and say:
Come and show me another mind that has created such flowing beauty through the
pain and through the strife.
Fighting through the raining torrents
to find the shining light that pulses
white against the darkness;

Fierce as a tiger launching at its prey, cunning
as a shark winding through the coral.
Strong,
Destructive,
Airy,
Lost,
Happy, sad, found, gone
Laughing even when the rolling thunder
threatens to break apart your world,
Bragging and laughing even when the cliffs
at the end of your vision crash and
fall into the waves below.
Laughing the strong, bubbly, livid laughter
of life, brave and unafraid, proud to be
strong, happy, lost, airy, found like a four
leaf clover in the meadow of the planet.

*This is a poem I found that I had to do in English last year, it was interesting, but difficult. It is based off a poem called 'Chicago' by Carl Sandburg.