Scribbled Thoughts

Describe the feeling

of trying to say positive,

but every movement they make

crashes against the float.

Slowly it’s sinking,

sinking,

until the black depths

settle on your mood

and all hope of breaking

the surface

is gone.

Focused moments

to create memories,

while jealous peaks

seep into the day,

destroying peace and bonds

with a flood of attitude

that young emotions

can’t help express.

Return the agony

of injury you thought banished,

once again struggling

with unseen pain

and noticing people’s annoyance

as you slowly keep working,

but not fast enough.

Not good enough.

Heart reaching across distance,

longing to touch your soul,

feel your presence

reassure you of our return

and our constant thoughts

of your happiness.

Wait with the unknown

growing larger as time goes on,

hoping the outcome is good

but feeling the creeping presence

of dread and panic

as a long absence speaks

of ill.

Tele-pee-tation,

no one sees you move

and yet a puddle appears,

ready for an unfortunate foot

to meet it

and soak up

the smell,

forever following you.

Resolve for justice

dwindles as the

treatment continues,

becoming normal

until you feel you

deserve it,

until everyone feels

you are the one at fault.

Maybe walking away

really is best.

Punish illness and pain

with disdain,

glaring down

with heightened importance,

not noticing

no one stands with you,

no one wants to be

your kind of worthy.

Peace shatters

with a split through the sky,

red stained intentions

crusting into place

and changing the future

forever.

Reveal your true nature

hidden from those

who grew with you,

too scared of its implications

to believe it could be real.

Now we are here,

no longer able to pretend

and unable to look away.