Tempest in My Soul

My mind is a labyrinth,

A maze of twisting turns.

Paths that lead to nowhere,

And bridges that never return.

Each step a hesitant one,

As I wander through the fog.

The shadows loom around me,

Like demons from a bog.

My thoughts are like a river,

A stream that never ends.

Flowing on forever,

Through bends and curves and bends.

Sometimes it's calm and peaceful,

A gentle, soothing flow.

But other times it's violent,

A torrent of pain and woe.

My heart is like a bird,

A creature that's set free.

But sometimes it's trapped and caged,

And struggles to be free.

It beats within my chest,

A rhythm all its own.

But sometimes it's a whisper,

A barely heard moan.

Dissociation is a storm,

A tempest in my soul.

It tears me apart inside,

And never lets me whole.

But even in the darkness,

I know that I'll survive.

For though the storm may rage,

I'll always be alive.