I often find myself lost in thought
and I will think these thoughts ought to be thought,
like adversity is a friend or
puzzle pieces are an enigma or…or…
No, stop. Go slow.
See I feel as if theres two sides of me:
the side that fakes the courage needed,
and the side that lives in a state of constant panic.
How do you balance the two?
Well, I wish I knew,
but I’ve found that creativity is a tool
that bridges the two momentarily.
There is a whole sea churning behind my eyes,
and often I ponder if I should sink or swim;
but today is a good day so I will swim.
So this is me breaking out.
Out of negativity.
Out of anxiety.
Out of thoughts I thought should never be thought.
Because although my side of constant panic tells me otherwise,
I am in control.