My mind is conspiring against me
It is a daily battle
One I must face alone
My mind she taunts me
Making me doubt myself
I am trapped by her
She questions my every move
Until she drives me to the brink of madness
Like a petulant child
I call to my inner wise woman
In a bid to calm her tantrums
At times she prevails
The child is hushed now
But I know this is only a lull
Before the impending storm that threatens to rage
Thanks for the feedback Alice. This one was definitely from the heart! I really like your idea of repetition of certain lines/words, and agree this would reflect nicely the vicious cycle you sometimes find yourself in with OCD. :)
Thanks for the feedback, glad you liked the poem. I didn't set out not to use punctuation, I'm just really bad at it! :)
Good luck with yours :)
Hi Victoria,
I love the opening line! It has a lovely rhythm to it as well as being really unusual.
The only thought I had was that, as this is a poem, you could perhaps use form to your advantage. There are various types of poems, such as sestinas and villanelles, whose structure relies upon repeating certain lines or words. The effect created is almost hypnotic, very cycling and obsessive, which could reflect the idea of OCD really well. That might be too laboured, though - I know that many poets when writing about issues close to them or that have affected them personally prefer to write 'from the heart', rather than worrying about form too much.