Leanna Baggan

Haiku 047/365

Shuffle in my seat Head down, headache on repeat Truth slips past my teeth

Spring time should come soon Snow has lived and left no room For warm days are brief

Fatigued and moving Slow. Brain fog has me losing Time. Am I alive?

Window’s open to The soul. Is your goal to hide? Let me see inside.

The coldness seeped through It feels like 4 degrees and I can’t warm myself.

I‘m calm, but I’m sharp —don’t react; don’t fall apart— Don’t mistake my heart.

Friday highs that don’t Last long. Anxiety runs Higher. It’s dire —(It’s strong)

Absent mindedness Clarity lacking inside Wish meds would help some.

So, your time needs to Reflect your priorities. What are you doing?

Is it depression?Is it the low dull ache of Feeling like a mess?