Bound within

To be a prisoner of your own mind, is to be bound to an unforgiving inferno. Your thoughts spiral into endless depths, depriving you of solace, night after night. Hellish visions claw at your waking mind, you long to cry in your mother’s arms, to press your palms against your temples, as if to quiet the demon that rages within. You wish it would vanish— to walk unburdened by the weight of it all, to breathe deeply, without hesitation, to finally taste the quiet of peace.