Thoughts

Thoughts
Running through my mind
Though not my own...
As if
Something
Someone
Has taken hold
Of me,
Taken root
In my brain
My body
My soul.
I fight them
And sometimes
I win.
Sometimes.
I feel
Helpless.
But with each
Passing day
I feel
Stronger.
Time does not
Wear me away
But rather
I grow.
One day
Just maybe
I will be free
Again.