M.A.D. Works

Overwhelming feeling has begun.
where to start is the question.
so many things to get done,
with each new thing
just amplifies the feeling.

A whirlwind of thoughts collide,
like storm clouds gathering,
each task a thunderclap,
each worry a flash of lightning,
illuminating the chaos
but leaving no clarity in its wake.

I grasp for one thread,
but it slips through my fingers,
caught in the chaos,
lost in the static,
and still, the clock ticks on,
demanding attention,
a relentless metronome of urgency.

Breathe.
A reminder whispered softly,
like a breeze cutting through the noise,
offering a moment, a pause,
to gather scattered pieces,
to sift through the overwhelm
and find the first step,
the one that starts the path ahead.

But where to start?
The question lingers,
dancing on the edge of resolve,
each moment a flicker of possibility,
waiting for the courage
to take that first step
into the unknown yet intimate.

So, I sit with it,
the weight, the pressure,
the promise of progress,
and with each heartbeat,
a quiet determination forms,
no longer drowning,
but swimming towards the surface.

MAD Missy