House of Mirrors

fighting anxiety

 

Today started like a bad trip in a house of mirrors,

Lost and afraid,  I'll admit I spent a minute curled up in the corner not knowing which way to go, but then I stood up and picked my head up out of my shaking hands.

I picked a path and started smashing my way through.

They don't call me the warrior princess for nothing.

 

I may walk out bloodied, sore and in pain but victorious none-the-less.

Reviews

[Relic]

You've described the terror that overtakes the mind in way that is pretty clear. Of the fight or flight response you've chosen both. Some think the devil gets hold of them, others can't understand why they have to be nailed to the cross of anxiety all their lives. This is short, but emotional pieces don't have to be long with big words to get the message across in such a moving way.

[Mizar]

I enjoyed this poem and I can really relate to the feelings expressed in it. Interestingly told. I look forward to reading more.

[ALU]

Very kind of you. Thank you!

[Mizar]

You're welcome!