my brain is full of wires

This is a series I’m calling “Write the Damn Poem” where a take a list of prompts and make a poem with a timer. They’re all first drafts that maybe will turn into something more! We’ll see!

some real some fake all tangled and intertwined

she doesn’t understand how to accept peace

and makes chaos out of even the most tranquil of input

even the simplest of asks becomes monumental

as she takes the time to practice knots, just in case

all her wires become braided into truth

and accepted as fact

this is how she finds composure.

to help her out, I’ve had to simplify

“reduce reuse recycle” is about restoring the peace to my mental environment

reduce decisions she has to make

reuse the excuses for being a flake

re-cycle through period of ups and downs

I try to create calm outside my head

I color code and label all external wires

keep them organized and tucked away

so that she knows she’s safe

so that she can start to untangle hers on her own

she doesn’t always believe me though–

she conflates serenity with cacophony

because calm is a phony and can’t be trusted

so I ask you to please be patient with us

we’re learning, we’re growing, we’re trying and when our wires become uncrossed and our Ts undotted

I promise we’ll be back

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Author: kenechukwuAU