Thought Intervention

Why do I bruise so easily? Or write you letters you'll never see? I complicate my psyche eternally with a mind which never rests. Like the thunder which eggs on the rain with the lightning along for the ride I'd love to slow down and relax all these thoughts which have set this storm brewing inside. Perhaps I'll fix me some tea with the lights low I'll read a good book Ah ha! That's too easy! My thoughts are persistent and won't let their cries be forsook. Maybe I'll run an herb bath with oils of lavender, myrrh And then, maybe not, as jiggle and jot, the storm of emotions do stir... How do others stare blankly, lacking attention? Or forget each nuance which demands retention? I think I'm in desperate need of thought intervention. Tether my storm to the ground...