I close my eyes waiting for slumber,but there outside I can hear thunder.
It scares me and I am wide awake , I pull up the duvet and wait for the storm to abate.
And then to deviate my mind, I start thinking of my next day.
What I have to do tomorrow I dwell as on my bed I lay.
And then out of the blue a strange negativity grips me.
Oh no there it was again , I was on that depressive spree.
I consciously try to distract myself and hordes of thoughts crowd my mind
.I have to pick a thought to follow, but nothing worthwhile I can find.
And then suddenly I see flashes of color, and oh I know I have found my nemesis.
I am venturing into the past ,and the future seemed full of therapists.
It was then I find the rosary under my pillow,
My mind fills with relief and I know what to follow.
As the brown beads roll between my fingers ,relief creeps up my spine,
My mind clears , my body relaxes and I feel sublime.
Never a fanatic , nor an atheist,
It is strange how the rosary helps me .
All negativity my mind transcends,
The string of beads then on became my best friend.