Thoughts

Thoughts are bubbling to the surface,
Of who, of what, of that,
I don't know how to control it,
To maybe just sweep it under the mat.

The thoughts, uncontrollable,
I find myself thinking again,
Of everything I fought so hard,
Just stop. Breathe. Count to ten.

The future and all it contains,
Attacks me like the tide,
I'm struggling to find a place to lie low,
To sit, to wait, to hide.

Time is running out,
Tick tick ticking away,
I hope to look back a happy man,
When I remember the confusion of this day.

To say "Hey it turned out okay",
To know I chose what was right,
This reassuring thought at the back of my head,
Will help me sleep this night.