Distress

Magnetic strong words,
attached to my mind,
attracting concerns,
no longer confined.

I turn them around,
but they just repel,
surround and compound,
disarming my shell.

Magnetic sources,
with intentions said,
unbalanced forces,
bounce upon my head.

Replays the lyrics,
that form with each word,
unstable spirits,
smug ego transferred.

Magnetic sharp tunes,
all come to a halt,
clear off my scarred wounds,
removes grains of salt.

Embraces and shields,
directionless souls,
visions cleared and healed,
to regain control.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Moonwashed Weekly Challenge – November 08, 2022
Prompt – Directionless