My mind is my own prison
where I trap myself
and then casually throw the keys between the bars- just out of reach.
Here in my cell
I overthink and overthink,
dissecting every good thing in my life. Trying to find out
in what ways I could be wrong
about them.
Trying to discover
in what capacities I've grown
too comfortable.
Trying to work out
if it's all going to fall apart.
My mind is my own prison
where I
painstakingly and unintentionally contrive scenarios
that are far fetched and stupid,
yet no less real to me in the moment- wrapped in fear and doubt.
Do I deserve this happiness
I've found?
Does he feel the same?
Is there more than meets the eye
that I am blindly overlooking
out of sheer desperation?
Or am I simply overthinking?
I cry out, in a moment of weakness, asking for clarity and hoping
to be rescued from my cage.
He hears my call and comes quickly with the key and his calming, comforting words
with which he releases me
from my confines
as I fall effortlessly into his arms.
-MS
