The Unsupervised Stop Sign

a gathering of thoughts, parallel runs the chaotic narrative: I don't know what's wrong why my heart flutters in my chest affirmations run riot: "you have a lot to deal with" STOP guilt, plagued by guilt stride forward, deal with it all! acknowledge my right to be affected and rest here I lay, thoughts tangling themselves into poetry thud thud thud goes my chest bpm 105 and rising - running invisible marathons, until the words come into focus stop, slow down let guilt and shame rest heartbeat rest fluttering to the ground pieces to be reassembled another day the unsupervised stop sign chose me