OVER MY HEAD

I’m in over my head.

I may just stay in bed.

All I see is red.

The weight of the world

is too heavy to curl.

I can’t get a grip.

I must confess. It is

hard to handle stress.

I will always try my best

despite the pain in my chest.

I train my brain to maintain

a positive disposition.

I go against the grain

and create friction.

This life is nonfiction.

During the night, I go

fishing. I cast each line,

as I create each rhyme

holding the pole

deep within my soul.

In these deep waters,

I stay afloat even though

it rocks the boat. I refuse

to go under, although

I’m in over my head.

I revisit the past before

I close the door.

It is a matter of time

I make it to shore.

I will do it again

because I did it before.