what I am

I guess I never

Realized what it meant 

When people told me that I

Didn't know how to relax

Until the time my therapist said

"Wow you do quite a lot, don't you?"

And I looked at her, novelty blooming

On my face like a flower drinking in the sun

For the very first time. 

Yes I thought. I can't stand the stand still

Of time, the wiling away of moments. 

I don't like emptiness and the unknown. 

Its like walking into the pitch of the night

Arms outstretched in front, unsure what lays

In wait for you to brusb against it, your breath

Held in fear, your eyes searching and the dark 

Creeping in like blinders on a horse.

I looked at my therapist in new knowledge

That I knew nothing of myself until provided

A mirror, a mirror of what I am.