A friend once suggested that I meditate. Though life was stressful I thought things were great.
I saw it as pointless to sit in one place.
As stress lines would sink in all over my face.
My ego would tell me I don't have the time. I believed that I had control of my mind.
Sitting in silence, what would this do?
Now I look back, I think I was a fool.
Emotions would come like a powerful flood. They covered my spirit in layers of mud.
Anger would visit to blurry my eyes.
Sadness would hit me, yet I couldn't cry
I slowly got worse and my depression grew. I ignored the growing anxiety too.
Until the day came when I fell to the floor. A bottle of pills down the hatch, close the door.
My body shut down, in came its true owner. The spirit within me had now...