Poetry Overwhelming
On Linearity
By Anonymous
Haiku by Anonymous
It feels as though it's never quiet.
I breathe lighter now
I'm aware I have a lot going on.
My scars are badges, marks of strength
But, it feels as though no matter what I do, there's
I hold no anger
never a moment of silence. My brain is so full, 24/7. Tedious things playing on replay, information absorbed that I'll never use again. My emotions are like a storm outside of a plan. The turbulence shakes me, and tears fall down my face. Overwhelmed is what I am. So I guess the question is... How do I organize my brain?
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