This 3-part poem, in continuation, complete with illustrations, was inspired by the power that words have and how they can become internalized as thoughts. It depicts how thoughts can master us to the point of becoming withdrawn and heavyladen, unless we practise mastery of our thoughts.
The process of this poem was sparked by a post I once read on social media that says "The Mind, a great servant but a terrible master."
I thus did the illustrations to accompany my poem, to elaborate on this.
I also used the cogs/mechanisms of machinery to denote the tone of the poem, in which it is to be read. The imagery also features in the content of the poem, itself.
When your whole being is consumed
by unrelenting thinking;
You see your life passing by
through a placid lens, unblinking.
It galumphs upon your Confidence,
until Confidence exists no longer.
And you retreat into yourself
as the gnawing Negativity grows stronger.
You analyse every situation
and word said in conversation.
And the mechanisms that constitute your mental machinery
become your self-imprisonment and damnation.
While an imperfect society screeches for perfection.
Until you feel the warm ray of sunshine
bursting through the seemingly unending tempest.
Comfort in the form of words urging to give you rest.
You realise you having been feeding the dog of self-deprecation
until it almost swallowed up its opposite unfed twin.
And so, bit-by-bit, you break off crumbs of Faith to feed the other unyielding dog,
although starved wafer-thin.
And decide to repetitively think thoughts that will not do you in.
Repetition is key, you see—and becomes a habit.
Before the dog you fed too much turns on you; rabid.
The greasing of those mechanisms with the oil of good words
you once thought untrue,
Causes easing of your self-recognition
And you feel anew.
So you get your grip on the leashes of both dogs,
With the entire mastery of your cognitive cogs.
When you realise that they are just thoughts
Over which you exert control.
And then your life no longer appears so droll,
Because they are: Just thoughts.