When things become
Hectic
And out of place
Step back, deep breath in
Move slowly
At a snail’s pace.
The welcoming of plenty
The loss of all things
filled with empty
Can sometimes overwhelm you
Leaving only a place crazily
Hectic.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021
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