The Problem Washing Over Me Poem by Alyssa Marquardt

Maybe someday soon
There will be room
In my heart
for a brand new start
A time to let my sorrow go
But for now-
I must let these rivers falll.
Let my stomache ache,
Let my sorrow have it all.
Let my heart collapse,
and force my mind to relax.

What I need to do
Is quit thinking everything through
I overwhelm myself with every thought.
I wish it would all just stop
Analyzing every emotion
I feel, hear or see.
Is the problem washing over me.