Prisoner of my mind

A winter fog moved on and covered my view of the beautiful river.

The water flowing and the trees moving were being used to entertain my thoughts.

I blow, I blow. This fog is nowhere to go.

Nature is fascinating and can comfort and calm my racing thoughts.

O fog, please, I implore, go away!

I need to feel free!

I need to stop the agony.

I am trembling for days.

I see misery.

I hear my ghosts.

Crying of woes echoed in this empty house.

I am a prisoner of my mind, and I need to sleep.

I am a prisoner of my mind, and I need to escape.

O angel, fall from the sky and rescue me.

O angel, can you hear me?

I am out of practice, but I still know how to pray.

O Santa, I was a good girl.

O Santa, open and read my letter and bring me the inner piece.

The sun is shining, and I have several tasks to do.

Racing thoughts are competing with my daily duties, but it is not dark for now.