My thoughts are like an octopus

And I’m in the middle,

Wrapped in all the tentacles

Barely breathing.

My thoughts are like a snake,

Slithery, quiet, hissing,

They make a tight coil around me,

I can’t breathe.

I’ve been waiting,

Waiting for rescue,

For someone to find me,

Lost in the forest of my mind.

Thoughts like crawling branches

Blocking away sunlight,

Trapping me in my fears,

But today, like yesterday, I still wait for rescue.

-m.e. 2020