Overthink
Often I overthink
And my thinking goes askew
I feel myself sinking
And overthink anew
I question every aspect,
Of every written word
I try to find the meaning
Of complicated words.
I am in awe of others that write,
Their pens flow with ease
And their spelling is always right
Their pen paints pictures.
Of every shape and size
And tells a story
Of how they feel inside.
Their writing is precise,
And detailed in every way,
Written with confidence
With their talents on display.
They would not get befuddled,
Or confused or overthink
Their brains don't get muddled
Because they are succinct.
Copyright © Shirley Hawkins | Year Posted 2023
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