Matters #poetry #posttrauma Posted on September 26, 2019 by Jann Doe Cluttered the mind, My thoughts are in shambles, Like an egg in a pan, It’s been wrecked, It’s been scrambled. I pick through the mess, Is there nothing to salvage? I’m lost in my head, Disconnected, What else matters? -Jann Doe Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related
A scrambled egg is a good analogy to confused thoughts. But never let yourself get so far scrambled that you can’t get back; have a person, a thought, a poem or book, or a prayer that grounds you until you can reorient yourself. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
Sad topic but a lovely poem – love the analogy of an egg!
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Thank you so much for reading!
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A scrambled egg is a good analogy to confused thoughts. But never let yourself get so far scrambled that you can’t get back; have a person, a thought, a poem or book, or a prayer that grounds you until you can reorient yourself.
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Such excellent advice!! Thank you ❤
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