Scribbled Thoughts

Lose an hour

of preparation

and scramble

into the day’s routine.

Does it connect you to others

when you answer

their request?

Or is your individuality

fading away

to become just

a useful tool.

Bite into

the hard moment,

a shock to discover,

but how will you react?

Are you going

to let it change you?

View my scars

that ended a dream

but began another.

Can you look at them,

unflinching,

and believe

I am beautiful?

The choice

has arrived

to give up

your happiness

and help the many.

Will they wait for you?

Will you

remember them?

Picture my answer

to unspoken words,

ones that beat

with a steady constant,

announcing your insecurities

but revealing

your strength.

Beat beat,

beat beat.

Imagine a moment

we never reached,

a touch

never felt

except with

desperate longing,

hard enough

for growing frustration

to cloud the love

that originally

caused it.

Protect their hope

by hiding your own,

disgusting desires

and longing

with rejection.

Can you keep up

the facade?

Witness my scars

and see the beautiful,

the goodness

and the constant

attempts of better.

Does it inspire you too?

Seeker of redemption

to taste the freedom

away from guilt,

away from self-hatred,

will you realise then

the friendships around you

are real?