Overstimulated
A poem for feeling overwhelmed
Even a gentle touch hurts
My sunburnt soul,
And I recoil.
I hold my smile
While I feel the waters rise.
Soon enough I will join
Your clapping and applause
And even jump up and down
Under the bright lights.
But for now, I need the soft clapping of the leaves.
The fledging of the fledglings, or
The darkness, even, of my shades pulled shut.
Yet Lord, still give me strength for just one more
Could you please.
I resonate with this (as a mom on the other side of concussion recovery, who is still prone to overstimulation). It's a skill to hold patience for my own brain and for those who need me. Thanks for putting this into words.