my racing mind
The thoughts loop round and round, my mind spins in every direction. Where do I go? What can I do? I write these lines with the truest hope to release what's locked within. The hamster is on the wheel and it cycles and spins, what is this race? Where am I running? The thoughts go in so many directions not one particular way to breath. I try to catch my breath but nothing works. I type as fast as my fingers can go but my brain goes faster. I can't write fast enough the words don't go down on paper as they do in my mind. Do you find yourself lost in the spinning of the merry-go-round? I am on the center of a path with many roads unsure of which exit to take. Will I find the way to the peace of mind that I seek? Will you come join me on this Ferris wheel? I'm no longer a caged little girl, I am a mouse, afraid to die in the midst of this chaos. There is no real reason to feel this way except that this is who I am. I can't make choices without thinking that there are too many options and never knowing which thought is the right one. I am tired of the racing voices that scream let me out. I am tired of the hamster wheel and the merry-go-round. DO you feel this way? AM I the odd man out? Am I as alone as I think I am?