Many things get lost in the shuffle. 

Not addressed 

covered by 

layers and layers 

 

so much 

countless stimuli,

considerable waste. 

 

Inside ourselves it can be hard to sift through

the internal 

allowing ourselves to feel. 

Many moments collide

creating the now and 

our perception of it. 

 

I show up each day

But you don’t see

All that is 

inside

 

just as 

I do not see 

all of you

 

exist in the overwhelm