Quotes and Poetry on vagueabond

nobody

There is this place called the Mind
Which is a locked briefcase whose unlocking code I need to find
But it's not a combination of numbers
but a sequence of words
That I need to fiddle with
so that it reveals the contents boxed in my skull
And I keep rearranging alphabets
with the hope of manifesting that secret code
And before I know it I have a whole poem staring at my face
When all I wanted was to unlock that briefcase.

There is this place called the Heart.
Unlike the Mind it's easier to find
Because it gives up its cover when it pounds too hard
But again it's guarded by a ribcage that grows around it like a fortress
To protect it from physical injuries but not from the emotional ones.
I don't have the key.
Lost it somewhere inside me.
So I put my hand on my chest
And listen to the Heart banging its head onto the bony fortress.
I tell it to calm down
And let down its hair
And look for the key which may be lying somewhere nearby
But the Heart says
That it ain't the pretty Rapunzel with cascading hair,
It's just hungry emotions that are trapped there.
I should find the hair at the top of my head
And I ain't a prince too
To come to the Heart's rescue.

Then there's this place which is called the Soul
And a lot of stories about its existence have been told
But it's as sneaky as a wandering ghoul in the dark,
the third eye that brings it to light is a misleading landmark.
I can't establish contact with this entity
Though it's supposed to reside in me
And is a speck of cosmic energy
Which is a proof of my eternity.
All I can do is to trust the Soul's divinity
To nourish and protect my caged body.

Now I'm confused.
Whom should I trust?
The distracting mind or the unrelenting heart or the sneaky soul?
These trust issues make me insecure
And make me a vagabond in my own body.
Oh! The things I have to endure
Just to know that I'm nobody.

©absynth