Thought Spiraling

Bedtime Stories

To explain my feelings

Is like that of reaching into

Darkness

And grasping at its enveloping form

To you, it may feel like nothing

But to me,

Its weighted tendrils

Draw me in

Darkness

Tells me bedtime stories

Of unrealistic events

But fools my broken mind

Into believing they will happen

I feel shame

Because I cannot let it run through my fingers

Like others do

Brush off the tendrils that grasp

They take pieces of me

And I worry that I might never be whole again

I worry I will drive everyone away

With my bedtime stories of worry

My shaking body and frightened tears

Reaching

For the stability

I do not know that I will ever find