Falling Apart
I seem to be falling apart.
My attention span can be measured in seconds.
My patience in minutes.
I cry at the drop of a hat.
I forget to sign the checks.
Half of everything in the house is misplaced.
Feelings of anxiety and restlessness
are my constant companions.
Rainy days seem extra dreary.
Sunny days seem an outrage.
Other people's pain and frustration
seem insignificant/
Laughing, happy people seem
out of place in my world.
It has become routine to feel half crazy.
I am normal I am told.
I am a newly grieving person.
~Anoymous
