I wrote this poem back in 2019, but never got around to sharing it on here. Its a poem about overwhelm, what it feels like and my favourite way to get out of it.
When life gets busy as it often will,
And you find it impossible to ‘just chill’
Your brain is swirling like a twisting tornado
One giant mess of mixed up Playdoh.
Kids birthday parties this weekend, don’t forget
The presents, the cards and its clarinet
Recital next week, finish early from work
And bring a donation - don’t look like a jerk
Kids space is taken, now onto the house,
The washing, the cooking, did someone say MOUSE!!!!
Get the man in, and sort out the leak
Shit! I haven’t phoned mum this week.
The minutiae of daily life get priority
And then in one moment you think “What about me?”
“Where am I going? Who will I be?”
“Am I good enough, what do they see?”