My mind is scattered and confused like this tree,
Disheveled, multidirectional, fickle and unstable.
Its branches reach for the sky in a tangled spree,
A reflection of the chaos that consumes me.
But just as the tree finds solace in the sun,
And draws its strength from the earth it calls its own,
I too must seek a center, a place to become one,
And let my roots of clarity quietly be sown.
For even in the midst of disarray, a pattern I see,
A fractal of branches, a pattern so grand.
Perhaps my thoughts, like leaves, can dance in harmony,
And form a composition I can understand.
So I will breathe, and trust the wind to guide,
Allowing my branches to sway and bend.
And with each gentle breeze, a new thought will confide,
Until my inner forest finds its natural end.
And when the storm has passed, and the sky is clear,
My mind will stand tall, with branches reaching high.
No longer scattered, no longer full of fear,
But rooted in peace, beneath a boundless sky.
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