Waltz of My Mind, A Poem

And a one, two, three—

Down rabbit holes, I follow my Thoughts

ticking off all my faults

seemingly never coming to a halt.

Andante—

Treading above waves of uncertainty

the ocean exhales forcibly.

My heart pounds steadily, artfully.

Crescendo—

The line tries to voice the rhythm,

echoes of an imperfect cadence

cannot play to fill the musical chasm.

Fortissimo—

Conductor of my orchestra

cannot direct if the musicians

refuse to perform in harmony.

Fermata—

I try to forget, to mend

Myself with bandages of chords

only to remember the motif again.

Repeat sign.