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
Hi Victoria, I also like your poem. Was there any reason why you chose not to use any punctuation, just wondering as it is an ongoing battle in my own work!
Hi Victoria - like the poem.
If you hadn't already said what it was about I would have thought self-doubt or PMT!
Thanks guys, didn't think not to tell you the topic, but that's a really good suggestion that I will take on board for next time :)