Halt the mind

Kind of halt this mind of mine long enough to just focus on breathing.  The truth of the matter is that nothing in my head is completely erased. So there are times when I am reading a book, singing to music (yes way off key and garbled) painting or just relaxing in a chair I just have to allow the memories to slide on through. Even the allowances of the questions I still have.

Although knowing I will never get answers I have to just move along.  The sad part of it all is that I really would like to have complete closure but in some cases I will never get that. All for the sake that some people are not in my life anymore. For many reasons.

So many times in those cases I just let the thoughts, the questions roll around in my mind until the next memory or question comes in.

I just let so much go. Yet.

Then I focus on something else to get my brain wrapped around this new object or subject.

Sadly though, some times, the questions pull through my dreams and I wake up asking the questions as though the people are seated beside me.

So I suppose they are questions that really need to be answers. Perhaps but I don't dare ask myself why such the importance. 

That I will not get completely. For now the only way to dissect the mind is to read more poetry and sing more songs.

The only way I hope to forget about whatever may be hard to get free.

Hmm.

I am so complicated. No wonder I have so little people I trust.

Ah but I just inhale, exhale and pick up my journal. Reading. Writing and preparing for another poem shortly.