Meandering and Thinking

I meander through the forest,
Looking for peace and a quiet course,

That I can utilize to take my way back home,
As slowly I walk through the dogwood dome,

Thoughts race back and forth through my head,
Not tormenting but rapidly cycling instead,

From one point then on to another,
I traverse one side of the brain to the other.

Nothing can stop its rapidity,
Not medication or therapy.

Some say just shut it down, ignore its voices,
Ignore the visuals, ignore the olfactory, its all by choices,

But oh my dear,
Let me set you clear,

None of this is by preferencial choice,
It is the hand I was dealt of course,

And I don’t deem it a curse, a punishment handed down from above,
Instead it seems to fit me like a glove,

Tight against my mind’s container
It meaders about forever,

And change me it has, it’s literally disabled,
And yet I feel my heart is still able,

To discern and to know and to love and to care
To see things, hear things, know things that others would swear are not there,

I can not concentrate or focus too long,
And never able to sit still regardless of the swing I am on,

Yet I will endure and this shall too soon pass,
For the promise I hold on up till the last,

Knowing that I am disabled and yet I remain,
The same person, INSIDE< I’m the same.
Just say my name and know
But also know there are moments I’ll try not to show,
I may appear a whole different person than you think you know,
But if you’ll listen deep inside,
You’ll know, you’ll see,
I’m the same INSIDE and always will be.