Poetry and I haven’t spent much time together. We get along okay, but generally as acquaintances, rather than the ‘friends’ that most other writing and I are. I enjoy reading other people’s poetry but haven’t ever done much myself. One night, though, my brain fog was particularly bad. The kind where you feel like your brain is unraveling. You know what I mean? And in that state, I wrote a poem. If that is what it can be called. I hope you enjoy!

A note to any poetry lovers: In light of the previous paragraph, excuse any poetry mistakes I may make. πŸ˜‰


My thoughts

are merely


not much

more than


Dreams and

hopes and



through the


Certainly not


coming along

in a

very odd


Struggling to


amidst a





6 thoughts on “Wisps – A Brain Fog Poem

  1. Sara, we think you are a family blessing. (Not a problem) Through your illness, your family has had to struggle to draw near to God, as well as you. They have had to ask the hard questions also. What better gift could you give them? Even though you didn’t mean to give it to them.
    Your friend and neighbor, Debbie

    Liked by 2 people

Join the disscussion!

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s