Scribbled Thoughts

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.

Draw a person

with shapes and lines,

a black and white emotion

scratched on the page

for the unknown

to marvel at

and the known

to rethink your view.

Awake to the same night

but reset for the day,

still caught up

in distant chores

and longing to rest

for the work already done.

Time to begin anew,

no stopping to restore.

Light touch

to signal wanting,

a moment

before the world wakes

to remember

why you rise,

why you come back.

Skirt around a weakness

and pray no one notices,

too many cracks

are already formed

to risk another punch,

even from an innocent,

even from yourself.

Pick apart

emotions that are yours,

ignored for too long

and now mangled

into ugly,

waiting to be unpacked,

hugged

and set free

so you finally understand

why your face

is stained with tears.

Draw the blood

to read the history,

the possibilities,

the course of the future.

Are you ready

for the answers?

Build a connection

to a stranger of birth,

already formed

but informed of you,

draw closer and discover

blood isn’t everything,

love is.

Fear catches your breath

at the amount of love

one small soul can bring,

so fragile,

so fearless,

and your responsibility

to keep safe.

Grant them freedom

to let them grow

and hold your heart

until you know they’re well.

You’ll always

be holding your heart.