STUFF IN MY HEAD

No one to talk to 'bout stuff in my head;
the ongoing dialog of thoughts left unsaid.
They may not be heard by the physical world,
but inside my mind they unceasingly swirl.
The doubts and the fears of the lost and confused
scared little girl who’s too frightened to choose.
The choices I’ve made in the past seem so poor.
How can I trust myself now to make more?
But life can’t move forward and hope cannot grow
until I decide what to do…where to go.
I’ve plenty examples of what not to do.
I need to see more of the tried and the true.
The good stuff, the happy, the smiles and the pleasure,
I wish I could find more of that priceless treasure.
I must chart my course, set my sails, and have faith
that I’ve come this far and I will find my place.
I’ll beat down the demons of negative voices
that want me to think that I can’t make good choices.
For it’s through my mistakes that I am forced to see
the things I must change if I want to succeed.
I’ll cling to the vision of happier days
when I have defeated this relentless haze.
For if I have learned little else, I know this…
the stuff in my head isn’t really what is.
So this my dear friends is the secret to life,
the key that unlocks all our worries and strife:
It’s all an illusion, a lie we must tell
that creates confusion, our own living hell.
We make up the rules in our heads as we go
and quickly condemn those who take different roads.
If we want to grow, we must open our eyes
and stop making judgments that seal our demise.
It is not advice or approval I seek,
just open hearts that will hear when I speak.
When thoughts go in circles they can make you sick,
so catching a different train may be the trick.
Forgive me if all that I’ve said seems insane.
You’ve just had a glimpse of the world in my brain.

Written by Linda P. Burke Copyright © December 6, 2003