A battle, a constant climb for me
My body isn't chained, but my mind isn't free
They spiral, they bring me to tears
I hold them inside, all my fears
I think, "You're nothing to me"
But then again, you are my OCD
You constantly control my behavior
One thing is stronger than you: my savior
I cry for help and He provides
I am making progress, huge strides
I thank Him everyday
For everything in every way
You're becoming weak, you're almost done
This is one battle that will be won
This battle will be won by me
This is one that won't be my OCD
I am going to make it, I will be okay
You will never hold me back again
Not one day

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My poem has always been on my mind. Growing up in a multi-racial household, the topic of differences hasn't been hidden. As I've grown into the generation of change, it's been seen in front of my eyes. "Interwined" is meant to speak of what we are aware of, but don't address. My family sees our differences but we don't address them. We are all individuals in the same world so I don't notice our differences. "Interwined" will hopefully touch people and remind them that we are all equals.