Ghastly apparitions fly at me from every direction.
My thought-processes have been interrupted since their inception;
I beg them to leave me be; I beg for intermission.
They contrive some sort of fanatical initiation,
but I refuse – although my mind is cluttered, it is still functional.
They fly at me more frantically for my refusal;
let them come at me – I am mighty, and ready to be victorious.
The battle seems overly-laborious
but I know that I have matured:
I am the mind – they must obey me – of that I am assured.
I know that at times like these, my heart, once singed,
must bow to my firey-furious intellect and sense.
I will know, at every occurrence as such, in times hence,
that I am not broken; not ruined; but merely unhinged.
© Annalinde Louw 2005