Just A Thought

• Olivia Arkell, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2010

The mind tosses and turns it’s thoughts like waves.

Some it rejects, a dead flower, gently dropping its petals
Spinning, spinning, and then dead soon lost forever.
Some it stores, with the caution and care
Of the key to a person’s heart

A memory, a moment, never able to be lost,
Relived, a mental image, replaying day by day.
A word, a whisper, a sound. Both haunting and enthralling
Playing over, leaving you unsure if you want it to stop
Or never end.

Then, there are those that unleash themselves in the dark of the night.
They leap out, terrifying and destructive; painful, scarring, lonely.
Representing our greatest fears, putting pictures to the unknown.

Our mind tosses and turns it’s thoughts like waves.
The calm before the storm, the storm after the calm.