PDA Demands Control

PDA demands control,

While life is spiralling beyond my hold.

So finding my steady rhythm in rhyme,

Helps to keep me grounded in time.

A positive place for my soul to rest,

A place where something good can come from all the mess.

Sensory balance and expression laid bare,

In the hope that others who suffer may understand someone cares.

Feeling less alone and more in control,

Helps guide me out of this negative hole.

A part of my soul I may share,

Without feeling left too naked and bare.

It separates the pain from me,

And therefore kind of lessens its fee!