Number-one bestselling author
at the world
from inside of
a brain fog.
It is a
storm that casts
its shadow on
everything I see.
I try to
speak but my
tongue doesn’t move
the right way.
Words are like
stones that fall
from my mouth,
uncoordinated and heavy.
I try to
gather them as
they fall and
arrange them in
some semblance of
order. I look
down into my
hands to see
the stones that
have fallen but
the fog is
heavy and they
don’t make sense:
I an many than me symposium. I an younger than I knew.
I let more
words fall from
my mouth and
catch them. I
can feel their
warmth and they
pulse with unsaid
meaning. I try
to arrange them
in some order:
I an many than me symptoms. I am younger than I know.
The right words
pulse in different
colours inside my
mind, shining through
the fog. I
merely have to
get my lips
to say the
right ones. I
try once more,
pronouncing my words
slowly, trying to
speak past the fog.
It takes all
of my effort
to do so:
I am more than my symptoms. I am stronger than I know.
When the right
words are uttered,
they act like
a spell that
chases away the
fog. It dissipates
with a wooshing
sound that leaves
me breathless for
a moment. The
fog will be
back, I know
this. However, I
will be ready.
Hugs! Amazing imagery. ❤
Thanks Dianne! Most of my poems are written in under half an hour, this one took me a couple of days though. 🙂 I’m really happy with how it turned out.