Scribbled Thoughts

Remember the silence

while you celebrate

the pleasure of living,

respect the dead

as you perform

the dance of

conception.

Live the life

they could not.

Paint skin

with a story,

a reminder

of yourself

and your power,

your responsibility,

your right

to be alive.

Hide away

behind ink

until your blood

turns black

and your features

are flat.

Does it take away

your pain?

Whisper a secret

on your flesh,

waiting for you

to realise

because saying it

out loud

is still beyond me,

I need you

to take me there.

Push down

on the real

and bury yourself

in smiles.

Maybe you’ll

start to feel

alive.

Justify a theft

so your conscience

doesn’t care

about the worry

you leave behind.

What is it like

to feel so light

of guilt?

Juggle a moment

to treasure or rebuke,

will it make you happy

to forget?

Or thankful the chance

almost existed.

Brown and red

mix together the morning,

but hold onto hope,

an answer has come

and more will follow.

Nausea and heat,

dizzy and confused.

Signs or results,

one more day

will reveal.