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Living Loudly with ADHD
I hid in the SHADOWS, where whispers feel FAINT,
Thoughts tangled in RIDDLES, faceless and COLD,
With MEMORIES flitting, like ghosts that will PAINT.
Each task feels a CHALLENGE, the world moves SO FAST,
With lists barely CATCHING a glance that won’t HOLD,
I’m here but not THERE, like a ship’s sail CAST.
Yet in the MIRROR, I’ve grown to RESOUND,
Found STRENGTH in the CHAOS, my voice won’t FADE,
Imperfectly DRIFTING, in my colors UNBOUND.
Copyright ©
Macaroon Turner
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