Scribbled Thoughts

23:47

Miss. Eventually

too scared of life to try

too stuck in stillness to care,

fake comfort masks

the deadly threat

of not moving

until all crumbles away

and there’s nowhere left

to go, nowhere even

fit to fail.

23:46

Count my steps

rate my fitness,

does my dedication

satisfy enough

to slim my fat

and build my muscles?

Am I making progress

at all?

23:45

Your car is on the drive

at eight a.m.

so you have no plans, right?

We can block you in

and shove ladders, scaffolding,

our presence in the way,

working on a house

that isn’t even yours.

You have no life, right?

You weren’t about to head

to the gym and try

better yourself.

So stay inside and

listen to our awful

music blasting

into your confidence,

shredding the

little you finally built.

Update

A quick update today. I’m doing a lot of fitness challenges during March time, and also trying to write a piece for an anthology submission.

I’m doing a swimming challenge, a gym based one and two cancer research uk ones. One is to walk at least 10,000 steps everyday in March and the other is a custom one I set to walk, run and swim 2023 miles for the year 2023.

If anyone is interested in sponsoring me I’ll include the links. But otherwise this might explain why I’ll probably be posting walking/exercising based poems for a while.

https://fundraise.cancerresearchuk.org/page/kathleens-walk-all-over-cancer-giving-page-40

https://fundraise.cancerresearchuk.org/page/400-miles-in-2023

23:44

Story plots that confused

years ago are now

relatable with time’s help.

Maturity changes views,

once scoffing at a character’s weakness

now seeing the internal struggle

and strength they have

when they choose

to carry on,

move on,

remember their mistakes

but still make

an effort to live.

23:43

Monitor your steps

and count the

progress of the day.

The longer you walk

the more your mind clears,

your mood lightens

and life seems easier,

within your grasp,

actually able

to make you happy.

23:42

Surgery is a privilege

for the skinny, a size eight;

only the thin

deserve to be healthy.

So go away,

lose some weight

and then we’ll consider

fixing your problem

to make your life

more bearable.

23:41

The endless cycle

of good intentions,

forcing your body to

its limit

then the guilt of

illness and losing

all the progress

you had accomplished.

23:40

My companiable ornament

who has touched my flesh

more than my favourite clothes.

Would you really betray me

by breaking and forcing

me to part with

a comfort I can no longer

feel nestled

near my heart?

23:39

Bunny butt of happiness,

twitching nose of content,

eyes full of love

and certainty

as you stroke his fur

and watch him

dissolve into

the sofa.