Poetry

The

struggle to find the right words to say is eating me alive.

There isn’t a moment when my mind and hands are not moving.

I know that there is so much more for me to learn and the struggle to focus on it all is coming in so strong.

As one part of me just wants to block everything out and the other half wants to feel everything that is happening so I can get through them and process all that has happened.

So everyday is a battle inside myself to just find that little moment of peace and not stress myself out about all that is happening around me that is out of my control.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

Copyright ©️ 2015 By Deirdre Stokes