Fragments of Self...
Exploring the intricate dance of isolation, anxiety, and self-discovery in the mirror of the mind.
Whispers crackle,
sharp-edged shards.
Thoughts,
uninvited,
intrude.
Isolation's echo,
a solitary confinement within the mind's maze.
Flowing river of consciousness,
meandering through valleys of doubt,
over pebbles of fleeting clarity,
beneath the shadow of towering questions,
seeking the ocean of peace,
ever elusive.
Waves of anxiety crash,
eroding shores of sanity.
Echoes in a hollow chamber,
voices from corners unseen,
a dialogue with the echo,
where meanings morph,
and words slip through grasping thoughts.
The silence between,
heavy with unspoken fears.
Fragments
............of self,
scattered
............across
...........................the canvas
............of mind,
a mosaic
............incomplete.
Each piece,
a moment of solitude,
a flicker of doubt.
Seeking Wholeness...
Routine,
Routine,
Monotony's embrace—
a structure
in the chaos,
a lighthouse
in the storm.
Yet, in the calm,
isolation whispers,
a constant undertone.
Here, in the quiet aftermath,
words flow—not to bind,
but to free,
not to confine,
but to explore.
The pen,
mightier than the mind's shackles.
Yet, beneath the ink,
anxiety simmers,
a quiet storm.
Through the soil of despair,
a seedling of hope dares to rise,
nurtured by tears of understanding,
basking in the light of self-compassion,
growing,
steadily,
towards the sky.
Roots entwined with solitude,
leaves rustling with the breath of anxiety.
Whispers persist,
edges still sharp.
Thoughts,
once invaders,
now a constant hum.
In this labyrinth of the mind,
do echoes ever find their voice?
Or do they fade,
lost in the expanse of isolation?
© Eric Montgomery, April-2024
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