Clarity
wars with
foggy mind
just as clouds
shift through
the blue
and sometimes
everything
is crisp and clear
then the threads
of gauzy clouds
return
and I’m lost
once more
The ugly parts
are hidden
beneath
a warm smile
and quiet
approachability
that allows
others
to ignore
that
on the inside
things are
actually
falling apart
If I could
just have
a few minutes
of stillness
and silence
the world
would fall away
and my eyes
would close
into a long blink
and then
blissful sleep
where everything
could be forgotten
for just a little while
Sometimes
even the
perfection
of organization
feels
scattered and
disorganized
and like
nothing
is right
in the world
and the brain
spirals into
overload
How is it
that in a day
filled with
hard work and
physical labor
at the end
of the day
somehow failure
seems to be
the feeling
that weighs
heaviest
on the soul?