A poem I wrote about my ocd

Me encanta! ❤️ Mine: I Live with Him, but I Do Not Love Him I wake beside him every morning, but he is not the face I long to see. He fears the light; I crave its warmth. He tells me what to do—I obey, He whispers that I am not enough, and I believe him. He hurts me, and I let him. He makes me hate myself. But one day, I woke up— and he was gone. I looked for his shadow, but found only light. He told me to turn it off—I let it shine. He commanded, I refused. He reached for me, but I did not listen. He tried to break me, but I did not bend. Because no matter what he once whispered low, I am enough, and now I know. WA

I love this! I’ve written poetry inspired by my struggles with OCD too. I’m bookmarking this poem. Thanks for sharing!

Love this!!!