To “Ground”
A poem about trying to “ground” in an unbalanced world with ADHD-loaded executive dysfunction
How can I ground
When my thoughts aren’t subjected to this realm of reality
Soaring in unchartered territory
Sweeping from the minds of those who came before me
Absorbing all that was and reaching for what will come to be
How can I be still
When the wind that blows the direction of my thoughts
Swirls and swoons at any hit of dopamine or norepinephrine
Switching up like the moon
Constantly in action
Waiting for no one but insanity as it enters through the back door of my being
Sneaking up on me like a thief in the night
Capturing any peace of mind I have curated through reasonable and unreasonable means
How do I cope
When I see no help in sight
No people who can look into my mind and tell me what is wrong
And tell me why it became wrong
And tell me how I can fix it
How I can move with the thoughts and not let them push against me
How I can find a way to live that doesn’t include excessive worry and anxiety that causes me to clench up my whole existence and condense myself to fit into the nutcase they call my mind
The nutcase they call people like me, who are too sensitive for this world
And who need to learn to quiet our minds before the world quiets it for us
Before we fall into the trap of “I’m doing fine”
Or “just one more time”
The trap of “everyone does it to get by”
“We all have our crutches”
Why do they call vices “crutches” when crutches were created to support injuries?
Vices don’t lift us up and carry us through hard times
I’m starting to believe this world loves satire more than pure truth delivered
Maybe if it were the other way around it would be easier to ground
Because the natural world around us is real and true
But it is us who make up structures that go against universal balance
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