Shackled in the confines of my
mind,
The pain lingers, warming
itself,
In its new vessel: Me.
Shrouded in blackness, eyes
stare blind,
I know there is a mirror
before me,
But the reflection – likely
grim – is not for me to see.
I try to move, but something
holds me back,
Bound, incarcerated in my own
mind,
I scream
But my screams are lost in the
whirlpool of my head.
I struggle to open my eyes
What has glued them shut?
I howl as the skin tears apart
They open
But to what end…
Darkness reigns free
Stretching endlessly
Ahead, around, below, beyond,
My mind mocks me, torments me.
The morbid bastard!
I curse it
But my words are hollow
Ricocheting on the walls
I am nothing
Staring in the abyss of time.
Life wasted, useless.
I cry.
Tears stream down my face,
Warm against the frigidness,
They embrace me in a cocoon
I close my eyes,
Red and green circles cloud my
vision,
I count them, arrange them;
damned OCD
I wonder
Who or what has caused this…
This trauma?
Was I traumatised?
How? When?
Questions. Questions.
I cover my head with my hands
"Stop asking and rise up
Open your eyes and welcome the
light"
The words ring in my ear
Who said them?
I ignore my own question
I shut my eyes. Hard.
I'm scared.
A coward.
Have I become my own victim?
I shake my head,
I hear, feel
My shackles on the floor.
I may not be strong
But I can get up
I will not be any embodiment
Of all that is good,
That crap they say.
But I will rise.
And face my demons.
I open my eyes.
By: Nada Adel Sobhi
Written Thursday, 24 August 2017, at 18:17
Written Thursday, 24 August 2017, at 18:17
I asked
friends for a word bank and this is one of the word banks that came through.
Sarah AbdelBadee's word bank: Trauma, OCD, shackled, cocoon, morbid, pain, shroud,
whirlpool, endless, Embodiment
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