Prisoner of my Mind

I was taught to free my mind

I was taught to leave my pain behind

I was taught to travel to a different time

Without ever leaving my room behind

I was taught to be free

In which it helped with my anxiety

I broke down so many times, cried, and died a little inside

So, I wrote to help me clear my mind

I never thought I could breathe again

the ink and the paper allowed me to see a different me

I prayed to leave behind what I felt was hurting me

the ink trapped my thoughts, my dreams, my nightmares

far away from my me

thankfully this allowed me to gain vision of who I wanted to be

all because of this poetry