Mind’s Unyielding Bounce

 Mind’s Unyielding Bounce

The mind, a steadfast cushion,  

takes the punches, the thrashing—  

brutal blows from humiliations, 

questioned, abandoned, scared.

Shattered into a million shards,  

it weathers the storm’s wild chaos.

Yet still, it rises, mends, rebounds—  

to bloom in happiness, wholly normal.

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