Mind

I draw myself closer,
Closer to the serenity of the ocean,
That moves harmonically over mountains in its belly,
The salt that seeps through my skin,
Open wounds and scrunched memories,
I draw myself closer,
Closer to what the heart says,
For the mind isn’t my friend anymore,
It concocts imaginary devils,
That pierce me with their claws and hooves and horns,
I draw myself closer,
Closer to the idea of loving myself a little more,
For what I have is real,
Or is reality a drama of the mind…?