Unravels

The smell of leaf mould
Somehow goes a place
    in my mind where pain
        gets caught.
It unravels it.

Smell of leaf mold
Sanskrit chants
Someone standing
    against injustice
The triumph of the underdog
All keep me alive.
They unknot despair.
They give respect to my trauma.
They soothe it.

Mental illness catches.
It knots. It mats and tangles
And gives the illusion
That there is no ease.

The smell of leaf mould
Goes to a place
    in my mind where pain
        is often caught.
It unravels it.