Fractured Threads

On Living with a Mind That Won’t Sit Still

For all the years trapped inside an undisciplined mind—scattered, overstimulated, and fueled by chaos.
To a future unburdened by ADHD—
forged through clean eating, discipline, and intentional living.

Scattered tasks across my home,
Each a thought I can’t ignore.
A thousand beacons flare and tug,
Fractured threads that split my core.

Low, electric hum vibrates—
A restless pulse beneath my bones.
I reach to grasp it—
“Wait, I'm here.
For what?”—my mind’s already flown.

A sudden flicker—spark of mind,
A thread of memory, half-seen.
I pause mid-step, lose all the rest,
And chase the ghost of what I’ve been.
Yet still I weave, and still I’m me.

Dazed, I halt in the doorframe’s grip,
“I came for something…”—thoughts unravel.
My brow puckers, I pace and turn,
As beacons flare and focus frays.

I can’t recall what I have done,
A half-formed plan to steer my way.
A fleeting thought echoes and fades—
I flee to games, where hours stray.

Rapid taps and frantic clicks,
Slaying demons, chasing fleeting thrills.
Half a day gone, I haven’t stirred—
A fractured thought: I’m trapped, unstill.

The day was long, I chased each spark,
Weighed down by threads I left unstrung.
Beneath the covers, I lie at rest,
My mind a web, too frail, too sprung.
Still, I gather these fractured threads.

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