Mischief through Time

A Poem by Maame Yeboah

Emotional feelings devour the best of me as time progresses.

Currently 06:31 a.m. and my mind is racing.
I can't sleep.
Lately all I have been doing is thinking and worrying.
My mind is reminiscing through my experiences, like an unending slideshow.
I don't know if I'm entering "The phase" again and that is all to be feared.
I'm confused.
Lately disgust comes to mind when I see food. The thought of digestion makes me vomit.
I feel as if the one person I have to save me from my shadow of gray, is my greatest fear.
Patience is a virtue that is fully comprehended.
The wondering increases throughout duration of time.
Thinking…
Overthinking…
Crying so hard you can't breathe…
I am being suffocated by an invisible, yet powerful force.
It is just hard.
I feel like I'm struggling to break out of a shell that is already open.
I am still at a wait, in the secret room, for my benefit.
But will I break free?
With everything getting pelted at your aim, indirectly-
When you feel like you're alone even though you're in a room filled with infinity and beyond bodies-
When all you want is that one person to compress their arms around you to feel warmth like Sun
rays directly laying upon you, seeping-
The result equals happiness.
When you know that there's one person you would do anything for;But in their perspective,not in vise a versa.
When you acknowledge every beautiful aspect of someone yet you are percieved as a villain.
But this is how life ticks on.
You might catch yourself asking...
What am I waiting for?Why?
But in the end God will have your destiny.
Your fate will be fulfilled and everything that was thick, will soon be a sheet of paper.
One day all our current worries will be gone...stored away in a box that is unable to open-
But will always be available.