This poem is inspired by my blog post ‘Looping Thoughts: Understanding and Overcoming Mental Traps’. You can find the full post here:
Some thoughts return
like familiar footsteps in an empty corridor—
circling, echoing, repeating
long after the moment has passed.
A conversation replaying,
a worry rehearsing,
a feeling knocking on the same inner door.
Not because something is wrong with you,
but because your mind is trying
to finish a sentence
it never completed.
Loops are less about pain
and more about pattern—
the mind’s attempt
to resolve, predict, or prepare.
And they loosen
not by force,
but by recognition.
By pausing long enough to ask:
“What is this loop holding onto?
And does it still belong to me?”
Some loops quiet
the moment they’re noticed.
Some shift
when you return to your breath.
And some unravel slowly—
thread by thread—
each time you choose
a different response.
You are not the circle.
You are the one
who can widen it,
step outside it,
or walk a new direction entirely.
And one day—
without ceremony—
you notice the silence.
The loop didn’t disappear.
It simply no longer
leads you.
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