The Grip and the Break: Intrusive Thoughts

Wake up, energy charged, ready to soar,

Today’s the day I’ll break down doors.

But wait—what’s that? A creeping dread—

Intrusive thought! It fills my head.

The wheels of my mind are stuck in grime,

Each turn drags like borrowed time.

“Stop and think, or you’ll face regret!”

A voice that tightens every step.

Analyze! Solve! The stakes are high,

Equations loom, do or die.

A tangled web, no end in sight,

Each problem pulls, each wrong feels right.

Eyes locked on a single spot,

The world narrows—freedom forgot.

Intrusive thought! It whispers, deceives,

Promises ruin if I don’t believe.

And yet, beneath this storm, I see:

Your power fades the more I’m free.

You drain my strength, but not my will,

Each fall I take, I’m climbing still.

Intrusive thought, your reign is done,

Your empty threats? I trust none.

Through tangled paths, I find my light,

Unyielding, steady, I own the fight.