Scribbled Thoughts

Delighted relief

steps out of the exhaustion,

boosting a tired body

and urging on the mind

knowing, finally,

the ground has

become a little

more solid.

Bored thoughts

still refuse

to close down,

spinning as the body

lays stationary

and refusing to drift

into the oblivion

every part of you

longs for.

Resentment seeks

a hiding place

for the useful,

watching them struggle

with a lesser tool

and settling

satisfaction and guilt

for the duration

of the deception.

Paint a moment,

a feeling,

to understand

your real self,

and gaze

upon the outcome,

tears of relief

and fear

as you see

the love you carry

and all

you could lose.

Split my attention

and anticipate

the discovery

of a new thrill

in between

the daily survival,

make every moment

a little bit

magical.

Leak the poison

that will tell all

where your health

is leaving you,

mixing with ill

and seeping away

motivation,

clouding possibilities

and fading

into black.

Reach a truth

that none wanted to face

but breathe in release

to see it clearly.

What colour

is your world now?

Whispers of a past

you didn’t want

but can still touch

linger on the wind,

interrupting your

ever after

and forcing

one last chaper

to be written

and relived.

Fear of creating another

who will contain your flaws,

trapped with your mistakes

and doomed to your fate.

Break away with hope,

for them,

for you,

for what could

and will be.