There's a lesson
hanging somewhere
in the air
And once again, I cannot see it.
Likely letting go.
Solid and clear
to all those not around.
To every eye but my own,
This lesson is found.
I scrape the earth together
To build solid ground,
To both hold me up
And keep me held down.
But my roots reach to run,
Unearthly veins towards the sun.
As if light should fade,
Or fire out like a gun.
So I force my toes deep
To take hold where we stand,
But there is no support
When we root in this sand.
Grains spill soft and quick,
Like time in her glass.
And love, like a wick,
Burns quick as it's past.
And a swarm,
Crawling thick,
Creeps up my body,
As I twist and I shake
To leave my past
Still behind me.
They fill up my eyes,
And eat into my brain.
Though I no longer see them,
I still feel their pain.
Little mouths,
Tiny teeth,
Razor sharp chewing,
Fidgeting legs
With bellies full and oozing.
Till I strip it all back,
Shed what's bugged with my bark
Backed by my bite,
Left alone
Cold and dark,
Bare parts in a park.
As vision returns,
There's deep holes all around,
Where others, like me,
Failed to find solid ground.
Little twigs held upright
In tight little bundles,
Spindly limbs stretching thin
To reach out just a little.
But there's nothing to gain,
Nothing left to be won.
Empty holes all around,
Just my buds in the sun.
These lessons escape me,
As my time surely does,
Spent lost and lonely,
Cracked bundles undone.
So I sway and I listen,
For their words on deaf ears.
For trees such as these,
Have more fears to unhear.
12/28/21
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ADHD Dribblings: Poems & Thoughts From A Mind Lost In Motion
PoetryA collection of poems dealing with love, loss, PTSD, disability, ADHD, addiction, depression, suicide ideation, eating disorders, women's rights, processing abuse & trauma, etc. Some are just making intrusive thoughts rhyme, some are just thinking...
