Sorting varied thoughts as a volunteer situation I thought I could do went awry as only it can with me. I am going to be fine, but depressed feelings must find their place…
A toss and turn sensation,
Scratching and flailing within.
Both a longing to be a part
And a shrinking from such,
Each jockeying for position in
My troubled heart.
There is a knowing what is best
And yet a wondering if
I could ever tap into the unknown rest…
What would it be like to
Be able to contribute in the
Capacities others can?
How it would be if things would
Align with the desires in my hand?
For, despite it all, yes, I do dream,
Though I wrestle long and hard
Against the relentless stream.
But, who I am and what I can bring
Always seems to find itself unraveling,
Slipping away unnoticed
Like a useless string…