Obsessive Compulsive

OCD leaves me wondering,

if every bad moment in my life

was caused by me doing something wrong.

Perhaps I didn’t walk the right path,

through a busy crowd

and therefore I’ll lose a limb.

Maybe our car broke down

because that intrusive thought

didn’t win that one Thursday.

What If my cat died

due to me not

following the cues of my mind

and tiptoeing around compulsion.

But…What if told OCD to fuck off,

dusted my hands off

and gave tomorrow a chance

instead of yesterday?

What if I screamed at the skies that I’m better than this

and drowned my OCD in reassurance

of my strength.