Scribbled Thoughts

Feel my confidence

in myself and you.

We can forge a new future.

All the past mistakes

were meant to be

in order to lead us

to this moment.

Two halves merged,

leading different lives

but still coming

to the same conclusion.

Hope will win

in the end.

It must.

Anticipate the truth

and see how your story works,

or if another

will always be better,

while you keep on dreaming

and seeing another.

Up and down,

slash and dodge.

Repeat

until levels are reached,

goals achieved

and confidence is ready

to move forward.

Check for the shift

and try to remember

where you’re supposed to stand,

if you even want to move

or whether refusing

will ruin everything

instead of

pushing you forward.

Share out the tasks

but expect

to see them again

while others feign stress

and you stop caring

about standing up

for yourself.

Begin the dance

of wanted then discarded,

needed then forgotten,

convenient then a burden.

Exit the stage,

if you dare,

or at least

scream a protest

as you continue

to spin and fall.

The wind of the future

can’t be felt

by the dead,

but carry them with you

and keep moving,

in case one day

you’re reunited

and can share

the breeze.

Delete the experience

but carry the knowledge

and rewind the clock

to relive steps,

knowing a better way

while marvelling

at relationships

you can forge anew

and look forward

to the warmth they give you.

Sleep to meet

the negative perception

that shakes

your normal day,

infecting what’s real

with fears of rejection

and a cold

ending

that can’t melt

with waking.