Power of mind

Sometimes ,I feel like the world is an hut with no windows, darker like a deep jungle where lions, tiger and dreadful animals like sorrow, pains and regret dwell, The impersonation of sorrow is lion who roared in my heart and makes me cry, pains like tigers which bring different shapes and my regret like monkey that jump over opportunity to something more scary.The emptiness I felt is like a broken pot which cannot serve broken calabash purpose.Broken calabash can still be shape to bring food out of the pot. I used to see myself as a pot who can break anytime but serve many purposes, when I ! Pot, get jealous of calabash which is always seen with rich drunkard who thinks calabash and palmwine is the one escape from the world. This calabash is used by rich man to eat, drink and rinse hand, for the poor, he eats on leafs. I didn't bother to check the pain of where I rested each time I serve my purpose as a pot, The three-stone fire in which I hang over. Day and night we feel the heat of fire each time the poor and rich want to eat .Only after I endure the heatness as a result of what is in me, I might be taken to a stable place where what I carried will be removed. The three stone still feel pain till the fire goes down. Appreciate who you are.