I’m trapped in a labyrinth made out of my own confusion.
Each dead end represents a decision unmade.
The walls that confine me are of every color, shape and size.
Random images of people and places I’ve seen flash in the sky as if lightning.
The ground I walk on looks as it it’s the sky,
and what should be the sky looks like a smoldering brick path.
Could this represent the chaos that is my mind?
Each corner I turn looks the same as the last,
But I stride forward hiding my rising uneasiness.
I finally come to a lake, and I release some of my fear because I know I’ve made progress.
I look into the water and I see letters.
Not my reflection as I expected, just thousands of seemingly random letters.
I look closer into the water, and letters begin to form words, and the words begin to form sentences.
The sentences form forbidden secrets that I have buried within myself for no one to see.
I step back in horror as all of my most terrifying experiences and thoughts surface from the water.
I scream at them, tell them to go away, that I never want to think about them. But they keep rising.
I run past this lake of hidden pain and anguish and find myself once again confined in the haunting yet familiar walls of the labyrinth.
My thoughts begin to race, I wonder why I’m back at the beginning of this disaster.
I fall to my knees in defeat, unaware of the mistake that brought me here.
I slow my thoughts, determined to make my way out.
And I try to prepare myself to take another walk through my self constructed chaos.