Anxiety/Depression, Poetry, The highly sensitive person

It comes in waves

Written 3 September 2022

This morning was lovely

 I meditated for so long

It’s usually 20 minutes

And then my body’s done

But today I sat comfortably

A full 40-minute slot

 More able to relax

Less anxious about the knot

That clenches my heart

That grips it so tight

More able to remind myself

That everything’s alright

And I’m dog-sitting a bulldog

Bella is pretty old

A beautiful geriatric

With oodles of folds

In her gorgeous house

That feels like an Airbnb

The perks of dog-sitting

A mini holiday for me

Six weeks of NO school

So grateful for this time

To sit down quietly

Knitting with rhyme

So many poems to edit

That all rushed out at once

Thankful to finally

Be able to get this done

Because writing keeps me happy

It untangles my head

It wades through the chaos

Calms the noise, eases dread

But I couldn’t open “Word”

 I tried for so long

I’m not really sure

What the hell’s going on

So I can’t edit anything

Not one damn thing

My patience is splintering

At this annoying little kink

I suck down my irritation

At modern technology

Luckily, I have a brother

Who’s an expert in IT

And I love this dog

I honestly do

But she follows me everywhere

Sticking like glue

And then she lies there snoring

Like a rusty chainsaw

Good God, it’s relentless

It’s irritating to the core

And there are builders next door

Hammering away

 Puncturing the peacefulness

Of this gorgeous sunny day

And I want to feel relaxed

I really do

 But I’m plagued by this colour

 Of tepid, insipid blue….

And I’m crying a lot

It comes in waves

This feeling of loneliness

That might never go away

I know loneliness is universal

Everyone has their time

When we need to master this feeling

And still know

That we’re fine

Perhaps it comes when

Your partner dies

When your kids leave the nest

One day it arrives

But I’m a little out of order

I have none of those things

Still wading through the emotions

Childless grief brings

So I do understand

My time is simply now…

I know I’ll get through it

Some way and somehow

I know it’s an illusion

I know it isn’t real

This aching disconnection

That I so often feel

But in this moment

I’m feeling

a little lost in dorsal state

Feeling a little hopeless

Not all that great

I wish I could end on

A more positive

Happy note…

But at this moment I’m just trying

To breathe

To stay afloat