Give me back the feeling of
Heavy thoughts are my new norm.
With every anxious thought,
It feels as though
a small rock is dropped inside my skull
and ultimately snapping my kneck
from the unbearable weight.
I want to collect the seeds of
and allow peace of mind to water them.
I’d place these seeds in center of my heart and
lock it in with my ribs and
fingers, where they can blossom and flourish
within my soul, forming something beautiful and new.
Give me back the peace of having
swim through the coils of my brain.
Give me back the peace that comes from having clarity and sureness
drizzle down my spine.
Give me back the peace of not having to sprint along
side a lighting fast mind,
only to realize
that the only thing I’m running to catch up to is what
I had before: