Still

Still... To be still with myself. This i avoid. It's uncomfortable just yet, To be still with myself. Too many thoughts in my head, For me to untwist and untangle. Too many memories. I dont want to live over again. Too many heartaches unfed. Too many failures and mistakes, That can never be earsed. These i can not unbreak, And i do not face. Why be still and reflect on these pains? It doesnt make them change. Still is just not me. That i can not be. Busy I'll continue to be Until there is nothing left But still... Then i will be still. Lori L. Mack 10/28/2015