Overwhelmia

With Coffee Cup 
I sit alone;
I should go clean,
But Tired’s grown.
Child’s awake
Resisting Nap,
Where’s Energy
Upon the Map?
And then tonight
I’ll snuggle in
With Overwhelm
Under my chin;
Peace slips away
And Balance strays-
They leave my heart
A Basket Case.
To be Alive
Find me a Way.
For after All;
All is Okay.

Note: *This poetry borrows an idea from the writings of A.A. Milne, author of Winnie the Pooh. I love the way he capitalizes words which are not normally given that honor. It makes the reading very different and more profound, perhaps more fantastical as well.

*Also, I know overwhelmia is not a word. But I am going to say it is.

Overwhelmia- n.: the state of being overwhelmed; symptoms include restless nights and tired days, a lack of motivation, and a vague feeling that all is not well