Writer's Whispers

Pen's mightier than the sword

Sometimes,

I forget to breathe

while unwanted thoughts flood my mind,

and my fears start increasing in numbers.

~~~

I feel my chest tighten,

as I am losing Oxygen.

I don't gasp for air,

because I'm paralysed,

cornered... in my head

by crippling anxiety...

which renders my motivation

and hopefulness

null.

~~~

Tears start streaming down,

but I can't feel them,

because I'm

frozen,

by the terrifying possibilities

that tomorrow could bring.

I'm petrified...

With negative thoughts

taking the form of Medusa.

~~~

Sometimes,

I forget to breathe,

when loneliness keeps me company,

the night skies keep watch over me

and my own thoughts drive me insane.

~~~

And at first glance

of my suicidal thoughts,

I begin to write...

Write poems like these,

and the saying,

the pen is mightier than the sword,

is proven to be true,

because my demons cower

when I wield my pen -

they flee my mind -

the thoughts vanish...

the tension ceases...

and my sanity is restored.