Scribbled Thoughts

Dangle a hope

for peace

then lock it

away

behind profit

beyond you.

Why would you

expect

anything different?

Sleep away nature

and watch

your body

turn backwards,

not understanding

if it’s active

or seeking dormancy.

What option

gives more hope?

Resonate

with my soul

of fifteen years ago,

remembering

those times

when concepts

and words

ignited my heart

and explained

what living really is.

Swipe and delete

over and over

a month’s worth

of updates

that you ignored

and overlooked.

Why have them at all

when they are

so easily

dismissed?

Teach you habits

that are forgotten,

sapping away

good intentions

and leaving behind

bad tempers

and guilt.

Cursing my soul

with his eyes,

the pressure of being seen

burning away skin

and exposing

all the raw,

all the wrong,

all of me.

Awaken to a jigsaw,

the pieces forced together,

were they meant to fit

long ago

and were warped

into a misshapen mess?

Or were they

always

too different from each other

to connect

naturally?

Measure the imperfections

and shape a mistake

that fits,

snug enough

that no one notices

the wonky foundation

or questions the tilt

of the build.

A glimpse

at what normal

used to be

is now in reach.

Can you last

a little longer

to reach it?

Do you

want to?

Aching muscles

protest the actions

demanded,

too tired to pretend

the load doesn’t hurt

and the burden

of many

hasn’t

ground our will

and self-worth

to dust.