Paper Tigers
a poem about thoughts and the mind and how frail we all really are
Thoughts.
They seem so intimidating
in he recesses of a mind.
Even out in the world
they seem to have so much power--
they contain the possibilities to conquer
to overcome
to change
to succeed
But
what if they are paper tigers?
They have no power of their own!
They are only shadows,
by-products of a mind.
And how fragile are they?
Infinitely.
Able to be persuaded by
just a moment in time--
a suggestion.
It is frail
can be
driven to insanity
tripped up
tipped over
simply shifted out of balance
by a slight breeze or
a slight shake
a shudder.
And then the walls
come crashing down
the floors crack
and the mind
suffers from interior collapse.
And if it is from the inside,
how can anything from the outside
every repair it?
The fall of a house of cards--
paper tigers.

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