When I was fifteen years old my father died.
Overwhelming grief enveloped me
and something else, fear grew inside.
It gripped me tight, I couldn't break free.
I thought that I had lost my mind,
I went around the house, kept touching the walls.
Over and over until exhaustion set in.
Exactly when it started I can't recall.
The fear kept growing, it made me cry.
I thought if I didn't do it my mom would die.
Turned the light switch on and off a hundred times,
No rhyme or reason in my troubled mind.
Until my mother found me in this distraught state.
Took my hands, pulled me away.
Made me go upstairs to bed,
fear still swirling in my head.
I thought that I was all alone,
that no one else acted like me.
Much later I found out that many other people,
suffered greatly from OCD.
My mom saved me that night
when she took my hands,
set me free from my troubled mind.
Still once in a while when I'm worried or scared,
I touch that light switch a few more times.
Still a little fear left deep inside.
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| Writing Prompt |
Write a poem sharing an emotional feeling about something such as: life, death, war, injustice, marriage,loneliness, loss, hope, laughter, or a subject that might not be listed. Express an emotion such as fear, anxiety, love, hate, disgust, indifference, etc. |
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