My mind is a labyrinth.
Each turn is an adventure,
A wall is sometimes a puzzle to solve.
Sometimes I want out,
sometimes it's my only escape.
I'm the mistress of my thoughts.
My secrets, you won't be able to possess;
I'm reckless, obsessive, imaginative.
There are things that others won't comprehend,
things that others won't believe,
but this is my mind.
(c)Lena Holdman, all rights reserved 2017
Author Notes: This poem just popped into my head. My imagination is a surreal but yet twisted place.