Dealing with negative thoughts
Depends upon the individual.
For me,
They arrive many times a day.
Their shape depends upon their roots,
The source from which they grow.
If you’re anything like me,
Your mind may run fast,
A thousand thoughts a minute,
and resent not finding
A moment’s peace.
Then, without warning,
Silence arrives,
And somehow
You condemn yourself
For that too.
I’ve learned not to wrestle with it.
My mind is like a petulant child,
Throwing a tantrum.
So I let it rage.
I let it scream,
Kick its legs,
Beat its fists upon the floor,
Until it has spent itself
And finally falls asleep.
Sit with it.
Or speak about it.
If no one is there to listen,
Write.
Give the thoughts a name.
A shape.
A place to exist
Outside yourself.
Defang that black serpent within,
So it can no longer
Poison your thoughts with its venom.
