The Mosiac Of The Broken Mind          by Janice Tindle 

He asked me to take his hand and follow him into the deep, dark cavern of his soul.

I hesitated, but he was alone and afraid to take the journey, so I paid the toll. 

I saw the valleys of gray shadows that tormented his utter despair, deep blue isolating grief and entombed black confession. 

I heard bone chilling wailing, haunting calls, and voices of doubt in succession. 

And we were only inside the mouth of the cave. It was to the light I wanted to race, 

but he grabbed my hand tighter and blew the icy cold storm of guilt at my tearful face. 

“You are my only friend. No one else understands.” I felt my feet sink deep into mud and my legs grew weak. 

We then began the excavation of memories, shattered dreams, and lost hopes. I decided to look up to find a peak. 

And there it was, off in the distance, so far that we had to hike most of the way. 

I told him to keep his eye on it, keep walking toward it and when he got there, to stay. 

Resting myself, he went on without me, looking back once or twice, but always talking. 

Eventually his voice got softer, his cries were silenced and he kept on walking.

 I looked down to find that the wretchedness of his life covered my feet, hands, and face. 

My clothes were sticky with the cobwebs of his injustice no one could erase, 

And yet, he walked on through it, leaving me behind to clear the spiders from my mind, and wash the pain from my heart. 

I am him and he is me. The journey is the same, but the path is different.

Out of the darkness and into the ghetto of  gray we are  walking, always searching, 

Until the light appears and a beautiful assemblage of the pieces make a new life. 


NOTICE: NOTHING, and I mean NOTHING, from my website may be use without a request in writing to me. Permission, if granted, will be done in writing. Failure to do so will result in possible prosecution. I am the sole owner of my words and at point of publication on this site it is copyrighted as mine. - copyright 2012 Janice Tindle In 2010, I suffered a traumatic brain injury and other injuries when hit by an under insured driver. It changed my life. I now live with Dystonia, a rare and painful neurologal disorder that causes involuntary muscle spasms and abnormal posturing. There is no treatment or cure. The best one can do is treat the symptoms. You can learn more at I try to write about people and things that help and inspire my readers. You can find more of my story by going to I am also on Facebook, where I have five pages, Pain Brain -Anti- Inflammatory Foods, Brain Tears, The Positive Posters Page, Traumatic Brain Injury Resources Page, Janice Tindle- Writer. I am also on Twitter and LinkedIn. Simply Google my name and my published articles should appear. I've been published in Fearless Caregiver, Today's Caregiver, TBI Hope and Inspiration Magazine, The, and several other publications. I am currently a caregiver for my dear mother. My hope is to someday finish my books, "Get Back Up!" and "Galicia's Granite" during my mother's lifetime. Your interest in my care, recovery and writing is greatly appreciated. Thank you. Comments are welcome.
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