The Battle Within

 It all began with an ocean of thoughts,
Each wave of ebbing emotions sweeping her away,
It all began with a web of thoughts,
Each connected intricately to entrap her.

Sleep continued to evade her,
Her thoughts continued to erase her,
Her shell continued to encase her,
Reality could not engage her.

She let the dam gates open,
And let her tears flow,
Each teardrop a unique lens,
A window into her soul.

She picked herself up and dusted herself,
She picked up the broom and swept up the dust,
She arranged the thoughts in her head,
As she arranged everything in her room.

As she continued to organize things in her room,
She continued to organize her thoughts,
She continued to isolate her thoughts,
She continued to encapsulate her thoughts.

She picked a book and a pen,
And let her thoughts flow,
And let her thoughts go,
And let herself grow.