Thoughts and feelings
Heavy, weighing on me like too many woolen blankets
Making it difficult to move or carry on with tasks undone
Suffocatingly hot yet I am cold
Nauseous as if waiting for those first butterfly movements
Knowing that curling up to sleep would satisfy more than food
Yet sleep evades
So cotton and wool will have to do
Passing through nimble fingers to make magical things
But letting the thoughts and feelings engulf my mind
I cannot escape the demons
I cannot find a hole in which to hide
They tell me I must face them and find my way home