the human mind is truly the scariest thing of all: A Poem

The human mind is truly the scariest thing of all.

It can paint pictures of colour at whispers of sound;

It can create taste with a mere thought;

It is capable of imagining things it has never seen. 

And yet we call those things a disease?

It can conjure words that spear as sharp as thorns;

It can hurt and maim for far longer than blades;

It can create scars that never heal.

And yet we call those things normal?

It can heal wounds that have been for years;

Or it can open new ones from the scars of old;

It can save a person from the edge;

Or it can cause a person to make the jump;

And yet we do not realise our butterfly could cause a hurricane?

We wish upon stars and saints;

Pray along lines blurred through the years;

And will our thoughts into being;

Yet only some are accepted while others are silenced?

The human mind is truly the scariest thing of all.

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I wrote this poem inspired by the prompt, "write something that starts with the sentence 'The human mind is truly the scariest thing of all.'"