Retreating into my inner world,
Lucidly ebbing and flowing,
To-ing and throwing!
I wanted my thoughts,
And feelings to be heard,
Does this make me a sinner?
No it makes me a winner!
When I was a child,
I left all those I loved behind,
Not knowing what I would find!
I found an equally strong bind,
This as an adult made me fight, to hide,
But their might was wide!
The cost of my flight for freedom,
Was a hard chided!
I sighed just as hard,
And rode the tide,
But my subconscious thoughts had to die,
To work alongside their concept of a rational mind!
It feels now as though I am blind,
Blinded by their kindness,
Leaving me senseless in dealing with my stress,
I constantly feel perplexed and hexed.
What story I ask will unfold next!