monologue

Being a mind full of thoughts

and noises and voices and lots,

I will tell you why I prefer monologues,

knowing the today's necessity of dialogues,

For this time, I won’t blame my sensitive bones,

But I'd say that I prefer to dive deep into tones,

Of the surrounding body and the held dope mind,

which has a magnetic persona to actually bind,

me and my thoughts with such a huge force, 

An unforgettable attachment and a feary enforce,

where this present is hindered and tricked,

By this lively illusionist all my mind be gripped,

Also, deep down in the frontal lobe it knocks,

The time of unwelcomed fear clocks,

It be judgement or of misery or of attachment,

Leaving a deep dark stain on the fragment,

Yes sure, I'd like to open up and explain my anxious side, 

But perhaps the other body won’t get it right,

So, I stop this energy and a need to explain,

and shut myself imitating a smile on my pain,

Concerning about it less and more to heal,

cause I know at the end no matter how I feel,

It is an overact to the outside body, 

So, at the end it is just me to me not anybody, 

Having said I prefer monologues and me,

As it constructs myself to let me see,

feel and track my growth and be free,

Shredding all my fears if I genuinely shower,

Myself with goodness, I'd perhaps bloom like a flower,

Both being beautiful and bold,

Not letting my intrusive self-destructing thoughts to unfold,

I would be in such a mental peace and all in pleased,

where my positive manifestations are unseized,

This art of letting go everything that deeply bruised me,

and diving into the ocean of abundant self-love and liberty I flee,

To conquer the highest of my capacity I put,

All of my mind and heart into it I set my foot.