Intruder

They slither in, unbidden, unrestrained,

Whispers sharp as glass, their echoes ingrained.

A shadowed chorus, looping, unkind,

Planting weeds in the garden of my mind.

They bloom in silence, their roots run deep,

Stealing solace, unsettling sleep.

A maze of whispers, no clear way out,

Each seed of doubt grows into a shout.

But in the stillness, I plant my own tree,

Roots of resilience, branches of me.

Against their storm, I learn to stand tall,

A voice of my own to quiet it all.

Porter Pfrenger is a 26 year old poet and writer from Arkansas. He lives with his two partners, their two kids, and an amount of animals on a small homestead. Outside of writing, he enjoys crocheting and singing Broadway musicals with his family.