Bury in white
so the world will stop
and you can stay
to witness
the fresh coat
on the sky
and me
finally trying again.
Fiction and poetry writing, recapturing the muse.
Bury in white
so the world will stop
and you can stay
to witness
the fresh coat
on the sky
and me
finally trying again.
Reality begins
tiredness challenging motivation,
which one will win?
It’s time
to cement a change.
Wake before purpose
to create your own,
eat your intentions
and settle into determination.
A path has been found,
now you follow it.
Spend a day
to fantasise
then walk away
with a bigger reality,
giving you hope again,
finally,
to see happiness
in the future.
Visit a memory
that seemed happy
at the time
but is now cloaked
with your knowledge,
revealing the sinister end
a child did not know.
Can you still smile
as you recount it?
Good.
Mix together
your bloodline
blended with anger and pain,
a reminder
to be better,
reshape
your own mind
to reveal your story.
A born purpose
that struggles
to understand its role
and seeks
moments
to dance to,
twirling into
a new adventure.
Do you overreach
just for the chance
to grasp at
something further down?
Or should you be
more realistic
and accept
looking up
for always?
Year of motivations
to change a mindset
stuck in melancholy.
Paint new layers
onto the tired walls
and rip the imperfect away
to start again
and try.
I am still not okay,
does that make me boring?
Unable to get excited
and pretending to be interested,
planning distractions of tomorrow
instead of living
in the season of today.
Let it be over
so I can stop hiding
and merge amongst
everyone’s
January blues.