I often get frustrated
with my own. The way
they become jumbled,
like a bowl of alphabet soup.
Isolated letters are visible
But I feel lost as to
how they fit together.

Other times, my thoughts
become frantic, building
one upon another.
A growing snowball of worries
rapidly rolling down a hill-
Ignoring my calls to stop.

But, is there such a thing as better thoughts?
I suppose not. After all, my thoughts
belong only to me.

And now and then,
in the middle of the chaos,
I take a deep breath and
clearly hear one thought
above the rest-You are enough