I Love My Mind But... Poem by Kenneth Maswabi

It gets on my way every too often
Spreading its dust into my eyes
I stumble and fall with ease
My legs full of pride
Standing up is always painful
I love my mind but...
It is not as perfect as I thought
It is often derailed out of its sphere of influence
With wheels made of strings of neurons
It is like a jellyfish in a box
My mind is too stubborn to know
That its sting is as painful as a syringe full of toxins
It keeps on injecting me with strange thoughts
That keep me awake all night
It is the shadowy figures of fear, hopelessness and uncertainty
That keep my mind away from the hospitality of my body and soul
I love my mind but...
It is too logical to know the limits of my capabilities
It keeps on pushing me to the limits
To places where algorithms are less likely to work
Places where strange patterns of thoughts are everywhere
It is a hyperrealistic realm of delusions and illusions
My mind is not only a place of comfort
It is also a dungeon of some sorts
Harbouring nasty thoughts and weird feelings
Strange places far away from my heart
I love my mind but it is not my best friend
My best buddy is my heart
I love my heart because it is always silent
Pushing through the darkest hours
It does not skip a heartbeat and carries on through the storm
It is always close to my body and soul
It gives me comfort and peace
Even when I am stranded in faraway imagined places
It is always at home inside the substance of my being
©Kenneth Maswabi