Scatter Brained
My mind is all over the place.
Am I forcing my own desires,
being patient enough for your grace?
Was making contact the right way,
or not my place?
Now I am left with this pit in my stomach,
a mild nausea of nervousness.
No matter where I put my thoughts
they keep
rebounding back to this.
This pit.
This emptiness.
This
is like an echo,
some sound that resonates.
Only its love and fear and dread
and self hate.