Some days I feel like a storm inside, thoughts rush past no place to hide. I start one thing, then jump to three, but finish none-it frustraits me.
A thousand ideas, all at once , a gift a curse it hits me all at once.
Focus slips like sand through my hands. I try to hold it but cant me ake it stand.
The world says," Sit still, stay on track," but I feel like im always looking back.
At things i forget, or left undone, chasing pirces that scatter and run.
A spark wont let me loose controll.
i see the world in ways they dont, I try again , even when i wont.
I may not fit into their little box, but I knpw how to think outside the box.
My mind is a mazebut its mine A wild place ive learned to own.
So, take it slow one step, one day
learning to walk m y winding way bacause even thogh its hard i still believe.
DAPHNE SUTHERLUN
About the Creator
DAPHNE SUTHERLUN
WRITING AS ALWAYS BEEN THE ONE THING THAT WOULD CALM ME DOWN
WHEN MY MIND DOSENT SHUT OFF. WRITING IS MY SAFE PLACE MY ESCAPE FROM THE WORLD THE ONE PLACE I CAN BE ME WITHOUT JUDGMENT
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