Static.
No words.
No thoughts.
Just static.
A constant buzzing,
throbbing
that echoes,
fills my head.
My heart is lead,
So many things unsaid.
My spirit-
dead.
It’s too loud,
Yet all I can do
is scream, shout,
add to the noise
in hopes that
something
will drown out
the static.
I’m stuck,
eyes trained forward.
I don’t see anything,
there’s nothing there,
yet I can’t look away
stuck stuck stuck
in the static.
How was I
to know
it could get better?
How was I
to know
that it didn’t
have to be
static
that I didn’t
have to be
stuck stuck stuck
One call,
one conversation,
one pill
once a day
and the static
goes away.
I can breathe.
I can see.
I can be.
Why
did I wait
so long
to be
okay?
Why
did I wait
so long
to claim
the day?
One step
toward better
One step
toward grace
One step
forward
to a better place.
It’s not forever,
and it may not last,
but from now on,
the past
stays in the past.
I hope you enjoyed this bonus post. I talk more about this here, but I wrote this poem tonight to process my experience with ADHD medication, and I wanted to share it with you. You can read more about my journey with medication here and in later posts.
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