Scribbled Thoughts

Childhood of silence

follows the adult,

awkward pauses

judged by the confident,

and stable minds

unable to translate

the damaged.

Reach out for a heal

and hope someone appears

who will understand

and care enough

to help.

A moment of calm,

working with rightness

to recentre your mind

and know you love your world,

even when it gets hard

you wouldn’t change your path,

and that is a powerful,

wonderful feeling.

Confirmed as overlooked,

again,

but this time the smile of dismissal

won’t come,

this time the drive

to do your best 

will not emerge

to make everyone else’s life easier.

Instead  step back

and breathe deep

as they realise this change

is staying,

and they caused it.

Content mood

shattered by a photo

of destruction,

a precious object tarnished,

borrowed and in need of returning,

showing your incompetence

to be trusted

with guarded knowledge

from ignorant teeth.

Wake up

the colours of spring

and flutter the petals of change,

drifting on bitter breezes

that carry the remembrance

of winter.

Overflowing emotions

boil over for a few hours

of indignation

before simmering back

to acceptance.

How long before they

rise so high

they won’t be contained anymore?

Should they be?

Gentle dreams

reassure an anxious undertone,

soothing the future

and allowing you to believe,

for the first time,

everything is going to be alright.

The same

irritated exhaustion

settles with the familiar stress,

once again

alone and forgotten,

or ignored,

so no one has to acknowledge

that this is not okay

and they should be

helping.

Little blueberry

snuggled inside,

causing chaos and confusion

but bringing hope

and a brighter future,

for as long as you

stay here

and dare to grow.

Declare a price change

with bright yellow

and watch others switch it

to rob a few pennies,

causing more work,

but satisfying

their clever needs.