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Free write, ADHD and trauma poem

Crash and burn,

When did I become, not good enough, for your world?


(how ADHD and trauma can feel)


Thoughts tied together with string

and clouds

and a din

Cohesive, concurrent, rolling thoughts

That stop with an outside attraction

Or, any different, look within

Am I the sin?

Internal dialogue with myself

You’re perfectly manicured and

presented

Made up

It’s not me

You rotate the barrels

in turning the pages

Sharply awakens me from

the ideas that ping!

I can’t concentrate with

you looking at me!!

All yous are judgement

and all mes have to put

the pin -

The pin, in it

Pop the bubble

Break the curse

But, the curse was the

fun bit

It ties in, with both of us,

sadly


It educates me

on my worth





Your judgement, my sin

My subconscious, taking it all in





burst the bubble


Tarastar





Reduction - making less of me

(Come on now, you only want the

torch light, when it reflects onto -

and off of - me)



A bright light


Your words seem trite


I don’t go for the beige


Stimulate


and engage


A power, harnessed


and exploding


Boiling, bubbly

Like the warmth of thought rage


That I can taste

On the page


Calmly,

in a trance state


We flow

We re-frame




Knowing

Flowing

Exploding

not folding





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