Scribbled Thoughts

Add

a brighter layer

and lift your mood

with each stroke,

entering a state

of contentment

while the evidence

of production

is there

for all to see.

Recognition

finally shown

just as your will

was about to snap.

Are you a rubber band

to them?

How many times

will you stretch

before you

start to tear?

Rest a moment longer

and miss your chance

to grab the energy

needed

for the rest of the day.

How will you

survive now?

Plaster the hollow

left as

chipped away chunks,

hoping a new strength

can form

and hold

to paint

a better time.

Brighten up

your perspective.

Renew but ignore

until someone else

demands the presence.

Is it more appealing now

just because

a time limit

makes you

pause

and really look?

Cling to routine

so exhaustion

doesn’t distract.

Months to go

until excitement returns,

can you last?

The fall

will be when

you come alive

and remember

passion

isn’t wrong.

You have the right

to express

the real you.

Sit and wait

to hear the future

of next year

and begin to plan

so you’re ready

to meet it

and remember

the joy

of a decade.

Read my results

and know

nothing has sparked,

your stalemate

is just that

and nothing

has grown from it.

Nature flows

but is interrupted

in a confused moment,

holding the world

in a breath

it doesn’t know

to release

or suck back in.