Rhuminating thoughts always on end.
Not a moment they stop.
A mouse on a ferris wheel is what I imagine it would be.
No, not me.
It took time in rehab to learn the truth.
Months were silent till I broke through.
Anxiety, depression. No, not me.
The weight of the world would soon lift from my shoulders, my chest. I would breathe again. I would take walks, days in the park.
Express my free side once and for all.
Still it took time. Once again in rehab I'd go.
No, not me. Didn't now where to go till one day. The Lord took my hand, guide me where I belong. There is so much life to live. Picking up the pieces, moving along.
I no longer doubt. My mind begins to clear. I'll always know no is alone.