Lines Between Living

Tell me you have ADHD

without saying a word.

It looks like three screens glowing at once

phone, computer, Ipad

all alive, all demanding

all impossible to ignore.

Notebooks Scattered

pens uncapped

pages scribbled with half born thoughts

each one urgent

each one waiting

to be finished “later”

But when is later

What exactly have you begun

and where does it end

Your brain whispers this is fine

this is how we work

as chaos hums like background music

Therapist nods, listens

lets the words spill out

and still you wonder

if they will ever hand you

the answer your mind

has been chasing in circles

Slowly, surely

you try to stitch focus back together.

But then comes the question

if I tame this storm

if I straighten the wires

do I lose the spark that makes me, me

So you sit, suspended

between doing and dreaming

between chaos and order

asking the question

that never lets go

How am I supposed to be?