Imagine A Tearless Face Poem by Kirsten G. Munro

Intrusive - the seeds of pain I wish to push from my mind
Peaceful reprieve only comes when my body needs sleep
Rituals that cage minutes of my day,
Another futile attempt to stop these seeds from growing,
from blossoming into the roots of repressed pain.


Invisible hands covering my eyes
Making me sightless to its twisted guize
I try to make sense of it
But there's no logic in what if's?
To rationalize an imagination that provokes consciousness,
is to understand a place, where no human exists.


Air gradually etched from my throat,
The doubts once again, making themselves known
I hate this cycle, but how can I let this go?
It's always been there, the oldest enemy yet a part of me
That I am determined to exile back into the depths of Hades
No more, shall the teeth of anxiety bite into me
I won't hide, I won't cry, standing in place of crouching,
I shall hold my head high.


Society says take drugs to fix any fault,
but how do you medicate an injured soul?
You can't, the mind is complex, the spirit is beyond our knowledge
OCD and Anxiety is more than just checking the locks or getting stressed
It can make you feel as if you are falling, drowning,
and being pulled apart in the same breath
It's no wonder, things are like this,


For centuries we have lived in different bodies
Our memories, not present,
but leave everlasting marks
At face value, it's common,
But it's a condition in our souls, of the light and dark.