I wrote this poem last night after thinking deeply about a world where people with ADHD are free to be true to themselves and don’t have to mask – the last stanza shows this!
I hope you enjoy my positivity regarding ADHD – I really am passionate about helping people!
Ideas flood my senses
destroying logic in ephemeral
grip
of rainbow fantasy
glorious reality
Only
it’s all lost within a daydream
or a nightmare
which occurs on
an overcast day
The sky is stained a
pavement grey
and dreams are lost
among the gloom
Stolen
from a neural
tomb
Awake inside
Asleep in sight
her speckled stars
ignite a night
of ribboned joy
Amongst the galaxies
she flies
Her wings spread out to
touch a sky
which has no ceiling
but forces meaning
into cluttered sentence
Tired full stop
She never dares to
drop
the
idea
in case her
greatest fear
becomes reality
and she questions her
precarious
Sanity
Why?
Her moan escapes a lung
And
just as if time stopped
and re-begun
she weaves a portrait
in the void
A vibrant
picture
of a time
when
all together
orb and line
unites under
a purple moon
without the semantic
or paint of gloom
or time too soon
It’s always now
as she writes her
last word
and the
Logic crumbles
Numbers melt
Humans gather
Silent
Ready
For the future!
Annabel Louise 15/09/20
