With Coffee CupĀ I sit alone;I should go clean,But Tired’s grown.Child’s awakeResisting Nap,Where’s EnergyUpon the Map?And then tonightI’ll snuggle inWith OverwhelmUnder my chin;Peace slips awayAnd Balance strays-They leave my heartA Basket Case.To be AliveFind me a Way.For after All;All is Okay. Note: *This poetry borrows an idea from the writings of A.A. Milne, author of WinnieContinue reading “Overwhelmia”