Kim V. Poetry

My mind is a busy place.

Crowded with conversations and arguments.

Songs and poetry.

Sometimes I stay in my head so long, that

I forget to come out.

Be a part of reality.

Live in the real world.

I have to tell myself to STOP.

Because sometimes the noise in there gets so loud.

I have to write it down, put it on paper, just to feel relief.

But I’ve gotten used to it.

I’m alone but not alone.

Anxious but not fearful.

I’m not afraid anymore,

To be alone with my thoughts.

-Kim V. Poetry