Anxious Thoughts

An Ever Ending Maze

Sarah E Sturgis
Oct 18 · 1 min read
Photo by Ashley Batz on Unsplash

Gravity pulls me deeper and deeper into that ever ending maze. Will I find my way back to center?
Propulsion moves me ever still towards thoughts that bend and break me.
To and fro I lean as though I can’t decide my meaning.
Will I stand, will I fall, Will I run, will I crawl, will I make it there at all?
Push me, pull me, turn me, lure me to that place I need.
Find the strength inside, go forth and drive out to that gentle breeze.

© Sarah E. Sturgis

Sarah E Sturgis

Written by

I’m a writer who wants to get her content out there to share with people. Writing is my emotional outlet! It helps me make sense of the world.

Invisible Illness

We don't talk enough about mental health.

Welcome to a place where words matter. On Medium, smart voices and original ideas take center stage - with no ads in sight. Watch
Follow all the topics you care about, and we’ll deliver the best stories for you to your homepage and inbox. Explore
Get unlimited access to the best stories on Medium — and support writers while you’re at it. Just $5/month. Upgrade