Scribbled Thoughts

Transfer your life

for five nights

and see what is missing,

what is unnecessary,

and what is always perfect

no matter where you are.

Recount

a beloved story

to reassure your own,

ready to

experience a change

but loving

what stability

already exists.

Prepare to depart

for an escape

of everyday

and bury yourself

in the woods,

trying to stuff

all the comforts

into your grave.

Judge my skin

and guess my soul,

deciding my qualities

by glancing at body parameters

and measuring authority.

Can I even deny it?

Do I have enough of a voice?

Thoughts and imaginations

that do not quiet

stir up legs

to walk and wander

into wind and woods,

chasing a dream

of endless more

that is always interrupted.

Because people

cannot simply

keep walking

until they fade

with their fantasies.

Long buried

confrontations

spark events

that seem too late.

Are they even necessary anymore?

Or will the damage

of years ago

still fix a little

from these

afterthought acts.

Feel into your skull

for a tell-tale lump

that once may have broken skin

but decided

to lay dormant,

hidden,

forgotten.

Are you a better person for it?

Will you rub it absently

to remind yourself?

Dance

to provide a service

of hope,

erecting a protection

for a new beginning

and crying your heart

away

for those outside it.

Brave the busy

and quick decisions

to reach a destination

and fufill an obligation,

a mission;

a way to prove

you can still be

a good person.

Hide a tradition

from the fear

its reveal

will result

in its end,

clasp at a heart

of hope

and surround yourself

in shadow.

Watching.

Waiting.