I Am More.

• Tahlia Henderson, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2021

My thoughts thicken and thrive. Time teasing their thirst for attention.
My thoughts are weasels and worms. Wicked and wriggling wanderers.
My thoughts cloud continuously. Craving constant control.
My thoughts ferociously fight. Feral frenzies forcing forward.
My thoughts race, rapid, relentless. Rampaging and ruining.
My thoughts are a sieging storm. Sending sabotaging signals soaring.
My brain aches to break the boisterous bellowing. To be bestowed by balanced behaviours.
My mind must meet mindfulness. Making my madness melt.
My head has to help itself heal. However harrowing and hopelessly hard.
My thoughts appear asking, advancing. Aware and awful attempting to abduct authority.
My body, my mind, my soul, my thoughts. Me, myself, I.
I am the tattering thoughts. I am the wicked, the clouding, the ruining and even the sieging storm.
But I am also more.