Trapped

I am stuck in my head lately.  Can’t find a way out.  I keep knocking and giving a shout.  No one responds.  No other noise.  I stop to think, keeping my mind stable.  All I remember is wanting to get away.  I needed a relief from all of the stress, the everyday living, and the pain of it all.  Now I can’t get back to where I was.  It wasn’t all bad and I don’t know why I ran.  Please someone pull me out of my head.  Show me something amazing in reality instead.  I want to see the beauty that I have been missing.  The joy and laughter that used to surround me. 

In my head, there is nothing but darkness.  Rippling waves of thoughts fighting to get through, can’t tell if they are truth or lies that keep me secluded.  No one noticed me slipping away.  No one seemed to care that my existence has faded.  Will anyone hear me if I call out their name.  Everyone is wrapped in his or her own world.  I don’t think anyone would hear me if I tried call out so why should I bother.  Can you knock on the door of my mind with something intriguing that will catch the attention of the me inside?

I slowly grow exhausted trying to get out.  My mind hurts from my screams and shouts.  I decide to quit, at least for the day.  When tomorrow comes around, I will try again.  Hoping someone sees me struggling within, offers a hand and pulls me out again.  There are such wonderful things in this world.  They help me forget about the greed and the turmoil.  I will be reaching out for anyone within reach.  If you see me, remind me of the wonderful things. 

Rainstorms on a hot summer day, how the lightning dances in the sky above our heads, The bright stars in the sky in the dark of night.  Fireflies dancing in fields putting on the best light show on earth.  The flowers in bloom opening a petal at a time exposing their beautiful colors for everyone around.  The white snow that falls in the winter dancing to the ground no two ever the same. 

Finding these simple things amazing may make me simple minded.  I like being that way, because I find it easy to for me to be pleased.  But when I am stuck in my head, there is nothing for me to see.  Knowing I am missing such wonderful stuff, makes me go deeper into my own black hole.  Some call my name or wave me down.  I am bored in my head.  I want to be able to see colors.