Confidence

A lurking fog becomes more dense.
The only thing protecting me is a chain link fence.

The barb wire coils along the top,
like a rose bush who's growing you can not stop.

It slithers across the ground and has encased my skin.
Setting myself free seems like an impossible battle to win.

It has pierced my heart and slithered up through my throat.
Surging from my mouth, it renders me unable to speak a note.

My eyes cry for help from the familiar faces that pass,
but reading their pain is like star gazing through stained glass.

I attempt to meet strangers, hoping they will understand,
but they carry on into the fog, their confidence an upper hand.

Sometimes I think about escaping my restrictions,
but then I see the judging eyes through the mist, filled with suspicion.

I stay safely behind that metal wall, my head flooding with an emotional monsoon.
And the longer I stay, the thicker the barbed wire becomes, creating a cocoon.

I stay there dormant for months, through the sun and the rain.
stewing in my undetectable pain.

Soon it becomes something I can not handle.
Then I felt myself on fire, like a flame to a candle.

The wire began to melt and was seeming more and more inferior,
soon, all that was left was a mirror.

I picked it up and gazed at my reflection,
seeing the determination in my eyes gave me no further need for inspection.

I ripped apart the metal with all the strength I possessed.
I stood vulnerable to the fog, it's presence made me feel depressed.

Expecting the worst, I closed my eyes.
Nothing ever happened, I felt the knots in my stomach undo their ties.

I gazed around me and noticed the fog didn't proceed.
And when I took a step towards it, it began to flee.

I took another step and then one more for good measure,
each time I did, the fog shrank farther away to my pleasure.

I kept pursuing it with skips of joy,
I stopped right before I hit a familiar boy.

I looked to either side of him to see other familiar faces,
each one bringing back memories of horrible times and places.

I almost ran back to hide, they had hurt me before,
but I stayed despite them, although my heart grew sore.

I refused to let them win, not ever again,
so I pushed passed them all and forgot but never forgave their sins.

And I found running from them that my path was clear,
no more will my anxiety cause me to fear.

Author's Note

definitely not one of my better ones, sadly im still kinda stuck with writers block but I'm trying to push through it. this could for sure use some work, but what do you guys think so far?

Reviews

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well I liked it!
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