A mind scattered to the wind

JournalSelf HelpPoetry
Written By Peter Borden

I will speak only for myself.
Though I suspect this story is not unique.

My mind is scattered by the wind.

I’m not a hero, nor am I a defeated hero.
I am not a martyr nor am I a victim.

Today I am
not
the protagonist of my own story.  

Today I am lost.
A mind scattered to the wind.

I have a dream, it’s struggling,
to grown amongst the weeds.

A night sky with the Milky Way hanging over Mt. Jefferson in Oregon. A silhouette of a burnt tree, in the foreground sticks out like blackened bones.

The Milky Way over Mt. Jefferson Oregon. —Peter B.

Peter Borden
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