ZMP~ Mind the Stone

Mind the Stone
that sharpens the mind
a used tool needs
it's sharpening time.

I dabbled in a thought
that was about my life,
found my self wrestling
within my own mind.

Like sawing at wood
with a dull knife
I couldn't cut-out
this turmoil inside.

So I closed my eyes
and drew a deep breath
drawing on all that I
have learned until now.

Then released it slowly
like an unraveling knot
I pushed as much of me
out of the air that I could.

I drew a deeper breath
that drove into my mind
like a blade across stone
a focused thought grinds.

I pushed the air out
that forged before me
like the minds hone,
mentally sharpening.

My eyes still closed
another breath I drew
like a newborn's first
I open my eyes, new.

Facing the world
in which I have grown
I see more clearly
when I Mind the Stone.