Many people claim to have OCD. The truth is, many people do have it, but to varying degrees! Due to some past trauma in my life, I struggled with this disease for years. I worked extremely hard to conquer it, and for the most part, I have. However, when I get stressed out, the OCD monster will try to creep into my brain again. I have to be very conscious of its presence, and I have to be forceful in kicking it out! The following poem I wrote when I was having a particularly bad time….and the OCD monster created a loneliness in me that was pretty devastating.
The Fish
The fish are swimming in the sea
Till one gets caught on shore,
The other fish can only stare
Not capable of more!
The people on the beach could help
And save this fish from death,
Instead they choose to live their life
And watch him gasp for breath!
It’s sad that no one stopped to help
And give this fish a hand,
Instead of swimming with his friends
He shriveled in the sand!
This is my way to share with you
My life with ocd,
I was the fish with this disease
And no one would help me!
© Copyright 2012 Amy Comstock
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