this period of silence, I’m not sure what to call it.
I mean, do I really have to name it?
It, it is simply a stage.
A moment, perhaps.
Like a hiccup, that little gallop in time
that feels like it’ll last forever even after you’ve attempted
every remedy to get you back on track.
from mental overload to verbal diarrhea.
intellectual constipation,
so much information I went off track
lost the grip on what I’m chasing
confused about the self-inflicted abuse
baby girl, why do you fear the unknown?
why do you sour sweet moments with irrational thoughts when you’re alone?
pain was my home, it was all I knew
now unearthed, questioning the next move
blocking my blessings with second guessing
stressing about what my God has already settled
may my mind rest tonight as I sleep in peace
meditating over the chorus that my angels sing to me.
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