I have been reflecting on my ADHD and Depression through poetry, I hope you enjoy this poem about getting out of bed in the morning.

The worm begets her work today
In the Chrysalis she makes
And all the energy involved
As through the shell she breaks. 

I wonder of the texture touch
The one her hands have found
When the future needs thee push
I wish to not be ‘round. 

The sun breaks through the window pain
In the cold cold winter air. 
The warmth beneath the blankets call
And scream not tarry there

The shell around my body firm
The need outside it roars
And though I’d rather not go out
Nay breaking winter storm

The winter of my life it comes
Even when the spring begets
And lost are days and sometimes found
For death above regret.