My mind is open, a vast empty vessel.

It’s a wonderful place where thoughts can nestle.

Illusion and facts cohabit side by side

Jostling for space to be my guide.

Delusion can lie to me, sell me it’s truth.

I trust what it spins me, I don’t play the sleuth.

Often it tells me I’m unloved and alone,

No one would mourn at my gravestone.

Illusions can dance in my mind all the time.

They can plunge me to depths or aid me to climb.

They can help me craft a calm tranquil space

To deal with life with kindness and grace.

I’d hide from reality, scared and afraid,

But I looked for my soul, I loved, and I prayed.

Now sorting my thoughts into fiction and fact

I’ve found the peace I always lacked.