Difficulty

Writing is very difficult for me now
I purposefully hope to get meaning across
In a truthful encompassing way
Which is accessible still, which is profound

But when my heart is exploding
Feelings seeping out, in all directions
I cannot make sense of language
There’s not one purpose to follow

When my brain is too busy processing
All the millions of things I am not able to filter
Everything in the mix becomes a frothy mush
A gray-brown sludge of terrible writing

So without metre, rhyme, rhythm or logic
Even though the stanza’s are okay
I say to you with this last sentence
Just like me, you will be okay