Mentally ill windmill

windmill

Mentally ill
Yes.  Against my will.
Thoughts and mysteries
Spun up energy
In my mind’s windmill.

Taller than the world
Up above the fields
Climbing to the top
Height of ponder steals.

Power of the churn
Below the surface burns
All I ever hoped
All I never learned.

But when we climb together
To cruel trials tethered
We storm this windy weather
And harness all that’s good.

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