Whispers of the Soul

Anxiety

The Mind's Prison

In the quiet of my thoughts, a prison stands tall,
Walls built of whispers, where shadows creep and crawl.
A maze of worries, a labyrinth of dread,
Each path I try to navigate leads to a heavier head.

The bars of self-doubt clink softly in the night,
Echoes of anxieties that dim the flickering light.
What if I can't escape this tightening grip of fear?
What if I'm forever caught, trapped year after year?

A world outside beckons, bright and full of grace,
But here in my fortress, I can't find my place.
The heart races wildly, a drumbeat of despair,
I reach for the key, yet it vanishes in thin air.

Thoughts swirl like a tempest, a storm I can't contain,
Each gust a fresh worry, each raindrop a strain.
The windows are fogged up, I can't see the sky,
The light seems a memory, a whisper of a sigh.

I hear the laughter echo from the lives I can't touch,
While shadows of my longing clutch tightly, too much.
What if I breathe deeply, take a step toward the door?
But the weight of hesitation pulls me down to the floor.

In this mind's prison, I pace a familiar route,
Chained by my own making, where freedom feels mute.
Yet within these confines, a spark starts to glow,
A flicker of resilience, a chance to break free, to grow.

What if I shatter the silence, let the screams escape?
What if I confront the shadows, no longer feel like a mistake?
The prison may be daunting, but within, I can find,
The strength to build a bridge, to reshape my own mind.

With each thoughtful moment, I'll chisel away the stone,
I'll forge my own path, reclaim what's my own.
For though the walls may whisper, "You'll never break through,"
I'll rise from this prison, and emerge, strong and new.