My mind is here and its
there
Almost always at the same time.
I get excited, involved, I dive in
Only realizing once I've begun that the desire to finish what I've started is
Gone.
I confuse bystanders
Frustrate superiors
Irritate peers on occasion
because
Consistency is so hard for me.
In my work, in my home I cycle forwards and
Backwards.
Balance is not a familiar place
in my heart or mind.
Doctor's gave it a name,
Medication helps some but
Unless I'm creating
I'm drowning. Gasping for air, I tumble forward
I'm jolted back to the other side,
My efforts lost in a whirlwind of missed opportunities and jumbled notes.
Constantly losing my balance. Over
And
Over, tumbling along the desert like tumbleweed I roll. Wandering. Aimless.
The stress and restlessness of life push me back into my shell of quiet. Overwhelmed I pull away from those I love.
Suddenly out of nowhere
the next idea crosses my view and excites me. The process begins anew.
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At The End Of The Day
PoesíaA small taste of my original poems. Observations, color-filled, visual, relatable happenings of the day. Feelings, slant rhymes, but mostly inner thoughts. Enjoy!
