Late one winter’s eve
as the wind mocked and moaned
I uncovered a golden letter
and here is what it read:
‘O, Frankly my mind
I am no respecter of your thoughts
No longer your slave
A prisoner of your delusions
I am not.
You wail in the night
singing for my soul,
and whisper quietly in the stills of the day
concealing your intentions
But I,
I am free
Frankly my mind
I am me.’
©2015 Nikki DuBose