“Squirrel” Brain
This title makes me smile
As I attempt to relay my reality.
Complex sentences, vibrant words
I can see and feel…yet not express.
Words jumbled and sentences started
To be left hanging as I slowly shake my head.
Fibromyalgia and many of its “companions”
Overload my brain causing words to collide.
I pray for grace and strength
As I struggle to remain calm.
Images of “how it used to be”
Flashing in my mind’s eye like lightning.
Simple conversation and odd pauses
Exasperated by stress…good or bad.
Typing helps bridge this divide
As words appear on screen…
At the onset I had given myself permission
To write as if there were no grammatical rules.
My mind goes to our son when a Tiger Scout
An active mind so easily distracted…
Another mother summed it up — “Squirrel”
Attention span gone, the hunt is on.
Flighty and crafty, darting about
On the search for one of its stashes.
I smile when our teenager gently corrects
Better yet when he supplies the word I am unable to find.
Chronic illnesses/conditions force reform
Reminded of how we are but clay in the Potter’s hand.
Let go the frustration
Dive deeper into prayer…
Handing over the reigns
Trusting with our heart.
Deep breath taken
And laugh at the squirrel.
© Stacey deSoto — 2018
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