9.16.13

The problem with my mind

Is that is either soars to great heights

Where the sun is shining

And the world bursts with color and light

Which makes me feel invincible and joyous

Like I can do anything, and my life is mine,

Or it collapses on itself

And I can feel my soul being barricaded

And there is no warmth or light;

Where there was once color lies only shades of grey.

Joy was replaced by thoughts of death

Making me believe I am hopeless, and hopelessly out of control.

Author's Note

I don't feel like rhyming

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I understand this poem. The up and downs of life. Hard to control. I learn with too much living. Must find a middle ground where you can know some kind of peace. I like the emotional ride in the poem. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[SmugTraveler]

I enjoyed the poem although it stirred memories of past anxiety.

[Lady Celery]

Agh, sorry to trigger that. Anxiety is a monster

[SquinklaPsyOps]

Nice contrast in the poem, the truth is, your life and your soul is yours and dont let anything or anybody take it away from you.

[Lady Celery]

Thanks for the feedback! I agree wholeheartedly.