Dawning Creations

Going too fast,
but sleepy, bored but wanting to attend.

Doodling while in class, laughing at poor times, lack of self- control.

My fingers can’t keep up as my thoughts cycle and recycle. It’s getting late but the sun is still out playing in the clouds. I’m metaphorically running short of time, but it doesn’t register.
All I see is my list getting shorter, more goals achieved.

Hyper focus. Going too fast,
way too damn fast for you and for me. I won’t stop.

This bright energy enlightened me and I’m reeling.

All these random ideas, some superfluous as wanting to grow my hair, and some as deep as the ocean, contemplating the complexity of the correlations between similar events in my life-in other’s lives.

Patterns.

I love the hyper focus, even with the tired energy.
Structure is chaotic but I form my own.

My mind jumps ahead and interests come and go but favorites stay. I’ll forever be ever-changing and expanding my understanding of your world, of mine.

This is my mind.

I am the face of ADHD
but this doesn’t define me.
This just adds to my multitude of interests, my creative happenings.

I am me and I’ll always be .

Just be.

Disclaimer: I wrote this poem to express how thoughts come and go with ADHD and how easy it is to become hyper focused on something. I have ADHD and over the years I’ve learned to work with it, not against it. There are many ways to cope with an adult ADHD Brain. Lack of interest in things ( things that need to be done and sometimes procrastination )is the hardest issue I face with mine as well as sometimes being really tired. Anyone else who follows me or anyone knew checking this out have ADHD? If you do, what helps you? Feel free to share 🙂 I’m always open to hearing more ideas.

When it comes to preferred activities such as blogging and writing, photography, and other various art forms, I can continue the activity for hours unabated. That’s the hyper focus I addressed in the poem. Anyone else experience this with hobbies with or without ADHD? Let me know . 🙂

I chose this picture my friend, Jess took of me during my senior year. I always had a very random choice of clothing style that chased me into my early twenties. I’ve toned it down a bit but my style is still random. I always tend to have a far away look on my face in pictures. I’m always daydreaming and thinking, constantly thinking. It’s not that I don’t want to be in the present moment with the people I love, I just sometimes can’t focus. Over the years, I’ve learned to be more mindful, particularly in late childhood, but I still find myself drifting in and out time and time again. I felt this picture really fit with my poem well.