Light
By QueenLorine
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sitting here, in this
infinite maze
a forest of my own thoughts
depression like brambles
happiness like a dangling apple.
Anxiety, a brisk breeze in a too cold clearing
Dysphoria blocks the sun with its endless branchess
Who? I dare say.
Who said i couldnt be.
Was it me?
Did i sabatoge myself?
Was it all just a mirage?
A passing fancy?
Like that of the phases of the moon?
No.
It can't be.
It musn't be.
I know it isnt
I feel each and every bramble
i can feel the branches!
I can feel the small rays of sunlight floating through
like dandelion seeds in that brisk breeze
That i call
Anxiety.
This endless forest of my own thoughts.
With a gentle touch and a little kiss
A small hug and a push.
I laugh now.
It doesnt seem so endless.
I can see the Sun.
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Comments
Nice poem
Nice powm. I quite like it. well-written and good job conveying the theme.
GGHades502
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Being a person who suffers
Being a person who suffers big anxiety, I read your poem with great interest. I thought the association with the forest was very clever and fitting.
Jenny.
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