Busy Poem by April Humason

Sometimes the world is too loud for my soul,
Too many voices, too many roles.
My thoughts feel scattered, stretched, and thin,
Like I can't find the quiet within.

The noise keeps rising, screens that glow,
And I move fast, but I feel slow.
Not angry, not lost, just worn and small,
Trying to stand but aching to fall.

So I stop.
And I breathe.
And I drop to my knees.
Because prayer is the only place I know
Where I don't have to shine or show.

I whisper low, 'God, I'm here.
Everything feels heavy and unclear.'
And somehow peace begins to move
Through every crack I thought I'd lose.

The world can shout, race, and spin,
But stillness settles deep within.
When life feels wild, loud, and fast,
I rest in the peace that holds me fast.