Being Intentional

Poetry calms my chaotic mind.
My thoughts swirling a mile
a minutes filled with worry,
stories, anxiety, wishes,
fears, dreams, random little things, 
all make sense when I write.
The overwhelm settles, I
pick through my thoughts
to find my truth. Being
intentional instead of auto-
pilot rewires the words in
my brain to be present, if
only for a moment. 

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