The Off-Shift

The off-shift,
A place of discomfort,
Uncertainty,
Mind hurting.

Confused, by the own mind’s thinking,
A rough time,
That I know will pass.
A time, I know doesn’t define me.

The off-shift,
From the mind’s equilibrium.
My own mind,
Running,
But also stopped in its tracks.

My mind, on its off-shift.
Troubled times,
Will always occasionally return,
Knowing this.

But still,
In the time.
Uncertainty,
Doubt.

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