Scribbled Thoughts

Port of possibilities,

saving the lost years

and reminding you

of desperate dreams

that still exist

but could be in reach

if you only

commit enough

and dare believe

you will succeed.

Re-imagine the familiar,

a childhood vision

tucked away with adulthood,

but always longing

to be shook out

and spread,

for others to experience,

and you to discover

change can be good,

even for this.

Reading the words

of one long gone,

their hopes still alive

but never possible,

their existence still an influence

even though

you never heard their voice,

their love real

but an empty, cold comfort.

Imagine them

young and dead,

and wonder if you will

follow.

Anticipation of exertion

squashed with the squelch of mud,

slipping away all plans

and forcing slowed trudges

as the only motivation

to move.

Day of love appreciation

contains the same

tension of life,

barriers of time

and quiet moments of content

that make all the

hard obstacles

worth overcoming.

An idea to reinspire

lies bubbling,

eager to rise

but hesitant to burst,

wondering if their world

is ready

to keep it floating up.

Leaning trees

creeping closer to the forest,

catching the gossip

of the clustered

carried by the wind.

Tilt and uproot

to hear the end of acceptance.

Denied the swift screen

to record imagination,

take the chance

and form flowing words

to create

almost forgotten dreams

that long to exist.

Refill through chaos,

producing as it disappears

erasing all evidence

you’ve been trying,

pushing,

constantly here

but with nothing to show,

just like every other day.

Return to empty,

the magical replenishment failed

and you face long days

just as drained,

juts as distraught,

just as done.