“A Captive of My Own Mind”
Pulling at me,
Pulling left, Pulling right,
Resisting it with all my might.
Craving what my body needs,
My mind has me deeply deceived.
I am a captive of my own mind.
A place of weakness by design.
How does one break free
Break free,
When the pulling,
The craving,
The deceit,
Is Me?
Written on August 6, 2018
Well done>
The angst runs deep in this poem and is palpable
Thank you for your comments, Wendy!