The Contents of My Pocket
I keep the panic attack
In my pocket, untaken
In my closed hand
My wish is to run on autopilot
Minute by minute
Until it's fine
To not derail
Or fall out of the sky
Because I pushed myself
Into a place of nervous energy
Where my wanting to do good, to help
Is battling with my instinct to run away
My memories are cranking around
Trying to disrupt my intent
Stacking up win after win
Isn't motivating as it
Results with you in the same space
All my help tumbling into nothing
But all important
At the same time
In exhausting, hard to fathom cycles
How did writing this down help
The power of one thought
That quietens ten
As I build from the top for you
The foundations
Are being deconstructed out of sight
And I've forgotten the answers
To the old questions
That come around again
My eyes are heavy
But today is done
And tomorrow comes
Where I am just me
Forming words
And taking them forward
Copyright © Di11y Da11y | Year Posted 2023
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