Days apart from myself, moving by sheer will,
Locked away from family, want to go home.
Anxiety constant, no help from the pills.
Fear I will remain in this strange world alone.
How did I get here, this dark place of despair?
Will I find peace and completeness anywhere?
Breakthrough occurred when I finally let go
Of the belief that I had control of life.
Trying to keep pain at bay, I did not know,
Will not prevent you from trouble and strife.
The illusion of control, you will find
Will ultimately tire your body and mind.
Today, I take time to rest body and soul,
To do activities that keep me sane.
Accepting that God alone is in control
Has saved me from constant despair and pain.
I have real worries, not imagined ones,
And when night comes, for me, the day is done.
Written for OctPoWriMo 2019, Day 27. Prompt is How did I get here. The poem today is an Ottava Rima.
This is phenomenal, I so relate…that illusion of control is really strong, a stronghold perhaps. God bless you richly ❤