By Lisa Self
Any dark alley in New York holds less danger
Than the awake, troubled mind at midnight.
A mind that robs the body,
Takes more than a thief can in minutes . . .
And the stolen goods can not be returned.
If only insurance was offered on peace.
Even meditation requires monthly payments.
Lisa Self is a mother, a lover, and a poet. She believes in spreading love and positivity. She views the world with a sense of wonder and joy, with stars in her eyes and flowers in her footsteps.
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