My Brain Loves a Problem

My brain loves a problem

It learned how to watch for them

At a very young age

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It looked for them so much

It became one

I became one

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Problems were easy

At least to find

Trying to fix things

Felt like a high

Fixing gave me focus

a reason to avoid the stillness

that felt like fear

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But when the problem had no solution

guilt and shame crept in

stirring the pot

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My mind became

A soup of hopelessness

A stew of insecurity

Seasoned with doubt

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All because

My search for problems

Made me one

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Now though

I find myself

Doing my best

To ignore the problem

To trust myself

And surrender to the solution

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I may not yet know

Exactly what that is

But

It’s hope vs hopeless

And I get to choose