Scribbled Thoughts

Revive and wait

for life to move again,

hoping the trigger

won’t have to be you,

but resigned to be

the catalyst

while lazy tadpoles

swim in the aftermath.

Frustration pours out

on the unexpecting,

also waiting in limbo

but with more confidence,

while you have waited too long

and all enthusiasm

and hope has dissolved

into bitterness

and a deep, deep

tiredness.

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.