Whispering

I heard a gentle whispering,

Coming from my brain.

I think it says I’m crazy,

Really, I’m not sane?

 

Why would I ever listen,

To the musings in my head?

It just goes a wandering,

And I’m left holding thread!

 

Yes, I know it’s bonkers,

My brain and I are one.

We share the same container,

And usually that is fun.

 

But there are times we disagree,

My brain, my mind and I.

When it becomes a battle,

And none will then comply.

 

We need to find a truce,

Where things are not so hazy.

So, we can always live in peace,

Because you see we’re crazy!

 

 

 

33 thoughts on “Whispering

  1. Murphy’s Law

    Crazy is as crazy does! Who can’t relate to this poem? If we’re all crazy, I consider myself to be in good company! Lol! You outdid yourself again, my friend! 🤗
    Ginger

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  2. Garfield Hug

    I would label is as “crazy sane” – you are a smart lady and am impressed by your posts for as long as I have been following. You are intelligent, kind and sincere and I am grateful for knowing you Pam. Happy Sunday!

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