National Poetry Month

April is National Poetry Month. In honour of that (and also because, lets face it, I'm running out of time to come up with two blog posts this month) heres a poem I wrote several weeks ago. 

Swirling

A swirling mass of indiscernible thoughts
Fragmented and whirling in a brain hurricane
Anxiety exhaustion
Jumpy restless lost
Confusion and frustration are the wind from no direction
Insecurity is the eye of the storm
Calm, quiet, proud of what it has accomplished
Insecurity will rule
As long as there is something to feed on

 

 

There is always fodder