Scribbled Thoughts

Twin attack

from opposite sides,

united in disappointment

and roused by a

muted despair

to corrupt the pure

who try to free them.

Talk of yourself

and turn up your own volume

to drown out

all interruptions

that remind you

you’re not everything.

Scrub into stiffness

clean into pain,

fresh into tiredness

and success into black.

Reach out

to a life giver

who regrets

your continued existence,

seeing a mistake

that won’t fade away

and no answer

to erase you.

Play the melody

of the soul

and intermingle

the events

that formed you,

breathing your story

into sound

and exposing yourself

to those

who really listen.

Dangle the motivation

and snatch it away

after you’ve used them

how you wanted,

laughing that they’re

still desperate enough

to jump for the next one

over and over.

Melt with oppressive air

and watch others

bask in a puddle,

becoming one constant noise

and leaving you

with frustration.

Hold in the pressure

and continue as normal,

hoping it dissolves

instead of exploding

and exposing

the mess of you.

Day of peace

interrupted

by the news

we’ve been waiting for

to make life

a little more secure.

Now to begin

the routine again

and see if

it’s really true.

Flashes of living blue

dance amongst the green,

reminding your world

birth is possible

and creation doesn’t end

with your first attempt,

no matter how heavy

your heart is.