Whispers of the Soul

Personality Disorder

Tug of War

In the arena of my mind, the battle begins,
A tug of war rages, where no one truly wins.
On one side, a whisper, soft, sweet, and kind,
Promising solace, a peace I can find.

On the other, a tempest, wild and unchained,
Shouting and clamoring, where logic is drained.
Each pull is a struggle, each tug a loud cry,
As the threads of my being unravel and fly.

Emotions entwined like a frayed piece of string,
Joy dances with sorrow, a chaotic fling.
Desires collide like thunder and rain,
A fierce battle rages, a whirlwind of pain.

One moment, I'm soaring, feeling alive,
The next, I'm ensnared, just trying to survive.
With laughter that echoes, then silence that stings,
A pendulum swinging, with no sense of wings.

I want to embrace the light, let it glow,
Yet shadows loom larger, their grip won't let go.
Yearning for connection, to reach out, to trust,
But fear's icy fingers pull me back to the dust.

In this relentless game, the lines often blur,
The players are faceless, emotions unsure.
I'm torn between wanting to break free and resist,
To silence the chaos, to fade from the mist.

With every direction, my heart starts to ache,
A rope fraying fast, it threatens to break.
The war within rages, my strength wanes away,
Caught in the crossfire, I'm lost in the fray.

Yet deep in the struggle, a glimmer of light,
A hope that whispers, "You'll find your own fight."
For within this tug of war, I'll learn to stand tall,
To navigate shadows and answer the call.

So I gather the courage, I grasp at the rope,
With each gentle tug, I'll weave threads of hope.
The battle may linger, the war may still roar,
But I'll learn to embrace every tug of war.