by Madeline Shepherd
I have a lot to say but not enough energy to get it out
Deep blue eyes with an even deeper gray beneath them.
I always want to reply to your questions
The words just get lost in the vast sea of my mind.
I feel like I am just me, a small ship battling endless waves
Being thrashed and torn across one idea to the next.
When can I come up for air?
Most days the waves pool inside my mind and I can give.
But occasionally the waters are just still, calm.
No wind to drive my sails, only a heavy fog.
There is never a day where the thoughts flow but are smooth
And that is why I always have thoughts to say but never the energy to get them out.