Poetry

Mentally exhausted.

Physically sick.

Emotionally stressed.

No wonder I have trouble concentrating.

Oh sorry, that is just my ADHD.

No coffee this morning.

No sleep last night.

Food has not been eaten.

The mood is strife.

I don’t understand my feelings tonight.

All I do is cry and laugh as I cry.

ADHD special.

I am specifically told

not to do something.

Like do not put eggshells

in the potted RavenZZ plant.

A few months later,

while shelling eggs

I dump the eggshells

in the plants pot.

A month later

as it is dying

I see the eggshells

and remember

“oh right, they were not supposed to be there!”

Now my friend

is trying to undo the damage I did.

The weather yesterday

was so nice.

Warm and a little breezy.

This morning

once again,

when I am scheduled to meet my friend,

it is cold

and the wind chills you to the bone.

As daunting as the task may seem

You need to do you!

If your bucket is empty

you need to refill it with things that make you happy.

Otherwise, those emptying it out

will fill it with something

you do not want.

Crisis mode

is something I can not get out of.

I see the light at the end of the tunnel

but then detours and cross sections

run me off track.

Making my way to the end

is so difficult

and I am so very tired.

The thought came to me.

Hours ago.

It resounded throughout my head.

Yet, now when I try to recall this brilliant idea

All that comes up is mystery.

I just swept the floor.

Are you going to mop it?

Courtesy says don’t track mud into the house.

y\You do it all the time.

Accepting facts

that you have no control over.

Things done

that you second guess afterwards.

Decisions made

where you feel forced into them.

What will the future hold?

A life of caring.

A chance to relax.

The ability to solve problems.

The pole at the curbside.

A new hospital bed.