Wispy cotton candy clouds of thought
Form in my head.
Some form together to make thoughts I
Can hold onto.
Others float quickly away before I am able to grasp
The meaning that they were forming.
Frustrated, I try to grab onto them, but like clouds, they
Melt away at my touch.
This is more than a walk into the room and forget why I am there fear.
This is an Am I going to Forget to be Afraid One Day fear.
With a body that is broken, my mind is all that I have left.
And it is leaving me in wisps of cotton candy thoughts that
I cannot grasp.
Fear grows and I hold onto to that fear.
At least I still know why I am afraid.