Counting – A Poem

I

used to

count everything. It

gave me control, brought

me a kind of peace

in a world where I had

no control at all. The numbers would

spill over into everything. I began to count

fruit, clothes, shoes, pennies, words, books, vegetables, rings, freckles

until my mind was always filled with numbers mixed into

the words I would write and the paint I

would wield, all in an effort to breathe.

Little did I know that the numbers

would take over and try to

control me. I chose to

stop counting everything and

yet, I have

counted every

word.