KEEP BE BUSY

I just want to stay busy.
Not because I’m full of purpose,
but because silence is too loud,
and stillness brings the ache back.
I stack my hours with things to do,
not to grow,
but to forget.
Because when I stop moving,
that’s when it finds me,
all the things I haven’t healed from.
And some nights,
even being busy
isn’t enough.
But I keep going.
Not because I’m okay,
just because I don’t know what else to be.