Litters of my thoughts
floating through my head;
Why, what, whom, how,
the multitude of thoughts
came flooding through my mind;

My fragmented emotions just
won't let me be;
What is this feeling I ask myself?
what am I facing,
I just can't work it out!

This feeling shouldn't be in me;
This feeling has no place in here;
Still it sits comfortably where it doesn't
belong;
Occupying space that's already pre owned;
It's high time this feeling finds its way;

I don't blame you, see, the blame's all mine;
I forgot myself for a mere minuscule minute;
Forgetting who I am and whose I am;
Giving space to a feeling that doesn't reflect myself;

Thankfully I heard a  still small voice inside;
Telling me, remember whom you are
and whose you are;
Be anxious for nothing but give thanks in all things!
The more I listened to the still small voice inside;
The more exuberance for life I began to have;

A surge of strength gushed through my being;
Permeating my body, my soul right to the core of my spirit;
It's time to go, you littered thoughts;
There's no longer room for you in my inn.

-Kemi West -