Mornings At the Lake

These days my mind is often troubled But it's hard to share how I'm feeling With those that I should be the closest Since with the cancer I started dealing. I need a place where I can think, To sit in silence and be at peace, So I take my mornings at the lake And for awhile let the chaos cease. Cursed with a mind that never stops But jumps about like a drunken rabbit, I struggle to keep my thoughts in line And so I've developed a writing habit. A way for me to sort my troubles out In a manner that forces me to go slow And clarify the meaning of my thoughts And not out of anger let my words flow.