Epiphany

A poem about overthinking

Alone

She wandered the baron streets

Immersed in her thoughts

The world was still

But her mind was loud

Drowning

Submerged in the past

There was no escape 

She gripped onto what she thought was faith

But that was lost long ago

Insanity

Stuck in her head

Tied to the never-ending thoughts

Her mind became hazy

And so did her reality

Departed

Her spirit faded

As her ego inflated

There was an internal war

Powered by her rumination

Hope

She searched within her soul

Trying to find the answers to her prayers

Bandaging the brokenness

The lost was now found

Present

No longer straying from her path

She felt the moment

Her mind became quiet

And her spirit blossomed 

Author's Note

I just wrote whatever came to my head; im not much of a poet