The Grip and the Break: Intrusive Thoughts
A Journey Through the Cycles of OCD and Resilience
Wake up, energy charged, ready to soar,
Today’s the day I’ll break down doors.
But wait—what’s that? A creeping dread—
Intrusive thought! It fills my head.
The wheels of my mind are stuck in grime,
Each turn drags like borrowed time.
“Stop and think, or you’ll face regret!”
A voice that tightens every step.
Analyze! Solve! The stakes are high,
Equations loom, do or die.
A tangled web, no end in sight,
Each problem pulls, each wrong feels right.
Eyes locked on a single spot,
The world narrows—freedom forgot.
Intrusive thought! It whispers, deceives,
Promises ruin if I don’t believe.
And yet, beneath this storm, I see:
Your power fades the more I’m free.
You drain my strength, but not my will,
Each fall I take, I’m climbing still.
Intrusive thought, your reign is done,
Your empty threats? I trust none.
Through tangled paths, I find my light,
Unyielding, steady, I own the fight.
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Cindy🎀
Hey, I’m Cindy – a K-pop newbie turned addict with a keyboard and way too many opinions. When I’m not screaming about talented artists, I’m writing poetry or ranting about my life.
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Oh my, this was extremely powerful and it packed a punch! Loved your poem!
Damn! Another spot on poem from you! With my ADD brain, I find your words highly relatable— and your take inspiring. Your word choice is on point throughout, but I’m especially impressed by the rhythm here. That’s one thing I can’t seem to wrap my head around in my own writing, so when I see it in others I have to let people know! The pacing and rhythm you’ve struck here actually feels like the internal strain between intrusive thoughts and the attempt to focus and be productive! Awesome, excellent job :)