Day 33: Find the Light

always been the good girl
the overachiever
the perfectionist
now I am lost
a dense fog hovers
thoughts like drag-racing freight trains
impossible to ignore
difficult to endure
need to move
my leg is bouncing
I can restrain it with the weight of my body
heavy, I sit
accomplishing nothing
uncomfortable
no focus
failing by the minute
going no where quickly
no help, no savior, no salvation
in the dark without a match
seeking escape from this dark cave
no help
I must find the light
find me
succeed
without that
who am I?
find the light
find it fast