Labyrinth

The maze that mirrors my state of mind.

I am stuck in a labyrinth.
Pixelated walls surround me -
which way should I turn?
Every path leads to a dead end
that I cannot escape.

But still it comes:
the giant boulder rolling in my mind.
It never stops.

Sometimes it is soft,
a giant ball of yarn
breaking down walls,
hurdling toward me -
no brake in sight,
yet impact gentle.

Other times it is stone:
jagged, rough,
heavy, thunderous,
destroying all in plain sight.
Nowhere to run,
the wreckage endless.

This labyrinth keeps going,
keeps rebuilding,
keeps trapping,
keeps returning.
I wander aimlessly,
circling, chasing my tail.

Show fear and it responds -
twisting, morphing,
building false pathways
that spiral into despair.

Show hope and it shifts:
walls diverging,
doors opening,
light unfolding into a single line -
leading me toward salvation.