Scribbled Thoughts

Return of a problem

at the worse moment

to cough up fear

and activate nervous flight

of the mind,

never settling,

only dreading.

Leave it unlocked

to tempt fate,

a life too comfortable

and safe

needs some danger

in the mix,

otherwise are you really alive

when you wake up

everyday happy?

Prepare for the stress

by trying to relax

but having thoughts keep

pressing,

pressing

until only guilt

and anxiety

and dread remain

for tomorrow.

Waiting for items

with longing and struggle,

praying they return soon

so you can stop recycling

what remains.

Realising they already returned,

but behind a locked door

opened by another,

a bittersweet reunion

that still contains relief.

Evidence of labour

coats the skin,

protection or invasion

it’s hard to tell at times.

Scrub the layer off

and feel fresh,

raw to all insistents

and exposed

to understand

truths and intentions

aren’t always right.

Settle into chaos

until the cracked sky is normal,

just something to glance at

and ignore,

pretending no one sees it.

But perhaps they don’t

and it’s only you pretending

your world isn’t about to end.

Visit with anger

and spread anxiety

into the day,

foreshadowing all activities

and ceasing happiness

with one careless comment.

Watching the unaware

who feel they’re alone,

praying their mind is safe

from anxiety,

that they know

you have not left them,

you will always return.

Guidelines forgotten,

effortless actions

performed without referral,

growing confidence

and belonging,

proving you are worth

your place.

Piece together a lost secret

to reveal something ordinary,

a little mundane,

but all the more precious

as layers are slowly revealed

to show a hidden depth

more rare and beautiful

than any pretty facade.