Storming The Gate Poem by Faith Wood

Clothed with paranoia
I feel surrounded
If only I could shake this off

Stories told and untold,
it's just in my head, only to myself
and I feel like a child again,
believing in anything
for an explanation
Whatever I come up with will surely do

If I storm the gate too early,
please let me know
Sometimes my mind can run faster than my body

And all I aspire for
is to have my body and soul be one,
just so as I don't have to
keep playing catch-up
It gets a bit overwhelming.
Each day
is something new
Another disturbance