Mind – Full

Words are flying around my head
None will take root and find meaning
Feelings are sent tumbling
To a place without words

There are no pictures either
Just half-words and muddled phrases
Thrown up from deep recesses
Gushing into my mind

I can grasp neither heads nor tail
Whizz banging articulations fade
Before I can make their form
Replaced by a thousand more

Noise, of mouth moving and resonant sounds
None which say what is at my core
Words, my language of connection
Blunted by this sensory confusion

Only silence
The blackness of the void
The breath in and out
Stay, and sit beside me
They watch the words. Tight-lipped.
And let them go.

Published by Kirstie Sivapalan

Writer. Poet. Indie Kid. Crystal Lady. Pisces. Enthuser. Cheerleader. Helper. Geordie Londoner. Sharer of stuff I know. Sometimes found working in HR (but not very often) Oh, and #spoonie, living with ME/CFS. That about covers it.

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