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.



Now this is poetry 👌
I love the metaphors. It is such a powerful way to word out how it feels sometimes. It is like bringing validation and relief to yourself. I really found myself in it. Beautiful 💜