Churning

Too many thoughts.

Pulling downward.

Going round and round.

Hiding inward.

Spinning through mud.

I want out of my head.

It’s the only place that is safe.

People need me.

I wrap my arms around myself.

I reach out.

Afraid anyone will reach back.

Spinning through mud.

Survive til you Thrive!

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