Sailing

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.