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ADHD
ADHD
Everything I see I want to be.
Everything I touch I want to taste.
My world is a big, bright, beautiful place.
My mind twists like a pinwheel, flashing fast.
The words I read become the dancer,
and I can’t keep the pace.
The more I try to catch them whirling,
the faster that they dance away.
Until finally I rage impotently,
Ripping and tearing at pages like flesh,
as the words slip like through my mind,
like quicksilver ice.
Leaving the barest of trace,
of shadow memories to tease and tempt me,
to second guessing at every turn
Why is the monster that pounds at me,
at every decision I make,
the mess that I create,
out of nothing.
Why do I do the things I do, create the chaos,
leaving disasters behind like presents,
massed beneath the Christmas tree
I don’t know why,
I am just as confused as you.
I can really relate to this, as my older brother has ADHD. This poem helped me to better understand the frustration that he must go through. Thank you for sharing.
I understand this poem well! I have one of my sons in this position also. Sometimes, it's a very complex thing to deal with, not easy! You did well writing this!
I believe that you have hit on something here.... this does describe just what this is like... the mind is always on the move.... thank you for sharing this with us.. Renee'