Tangled Threads
Depression is the hardest illness to deal with
Tangled Threads
In a storm
Of scribbled lines,
Where thoughts collide,
like twisted vines,
A restless mind
begins to fray,
Pulled apart
in disarray.
Hands pressed
Clutching tightly,
blocking sight,
As shadows bloom
from mind’s deep fight,
Overwhelm,
a silent scream,
Reality just dream.
Each strand a task,
undone, unspoken,
Promises made,
tangled, broken.
The harder I try
to pull them straight,
The mess returns,
as if by fate.
Beneath the chaos,
soft and slight,
I search for calm,
a beam of light.
But still it weaves,
this endless thread,
Till I am lost
inside my head.
A whispered plea,
a fleeting breath,
To find a pause,
to escape this depth.
Yet through the haze,
I still believe,
That someday soon,
I’ll start to breathe.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (1)
You have such a busy life for this poem kind of illustrates that idea. Good job.