My Mind

My mind keeps hitting me, but I feel like I'm winning. I've learned to take these blows pretty good. I've learned to fall without breaking any bones, just getting a few little scratches, nothing I won't forget about in a few minutes. I may try to fall, only to get your attention, and when It works, its doesn't make me happy. And when It doesn't work, I feel like I need to try again. My mind trips me, but I've learned how to keep my balance, and not fall over. I think of training myself to not be so "in the past" with everything. I try to tell my mind that it's over, that I'm done, finished, I'm not going to play it's games anymore. Sometimes I hate my mind, I feel like it wants me to suffer, like it wants me to be down on myself, but then I realize, my mind is a part of me, my mind is my mind and I shouldn't be doing that to myself. I can tell though that the sun is rising, and the clouds are moving away, and I can forget about all of it soon.