A Poetry of mindfulness

How I prevented the collateral damage of my mental state

The story of shouldering my mind’s responsibility

The beginning of the end

That none can mend

Despite the fatal-warnings,

If I continue to fear

I lose my peace for the rest of the year,

with time, the virus will surely fade

But what about my mental state?

A healthy body with a fragile mind?

Impuissant I would be…

Like an old birch tree.

If not now, when do I change,

For my peace and happiness would estrange.

I now decide to change my destiny henceforth

With every second, I check my thought

I paint the dark thoughts with the whites

With negativity, my positivity fights

I help others to do what I do

So that they refill themselves with the positive hue

With positive affirmations, I keep my calm

I change my thinking to change my qualm.

When the world would shift to the brighter side

I would be full of peace, happiness, and pride

I am preparing for the world I foresee

Because there would be no place outside to flee

At the time of world transformation

When there would be one humanity and one nation