Scrambles


I haven’t been feeling my best.

Perhaps I’ll try and rest.

My head is in scrambles

It often rambles

So much to get off my chest.

I want to speak

To tell my story

Gain some glory

But I’m feeling very weak.

Maybe after a while

I’ll gain half a smile

And feel better than my best.

I’ve been spending plenty of quality time with myself. To learn who I am and where I want to be. Often, though, I feel drained. My motivation is lacking. I put off important errands and find myself driving down back roads and unfamiliar highways. My life, like my brain in the poem, is in scrambles. I’m clinging to hope that I will find the answers along my drives.

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