Occupied

I jotted down a thought but it led to a thought So out of the blue I'm weighed down With unarticulated ideas I scrubbed out the lines That were nothing much But the thinking created a space That doubt moved into and occupied So now I'm in the zone of not thinking The type of blocking that makes it feel there's a avalanche of bad thoughts Perhaps I need to let them gently float past As not looking at them gives them force Then I'm momentarily distracted And forgot I was trying not to feel bad There's just an echo of weight on my shoulders To be shrugged off