Scribbled Thoughts

Colour my world

with coated mud

and scraped green,

exploring vast blues

to discover eternal black

and white,

knowing in the end

you are colour blind.

What to expect

when you’re expecting

to be disappointed,

but secretly hold hope

that this time

will be different

and you can join

those who always

expect to be happy.

Calculate the amount to try

and realise there’s no reserve

to make it happen.

Should you attempt it anyway?

Or give up

and focus on the

upcoming challenges

hiding round the corner.

Mark your success

and place it in storage,

ready to move on

but confident with your growth,

knowing you take

the knowledge and skills

forward.

Repeat to learn,

experience the strength

of the familiar

before you march forward,

ready to challenge

the powerful unknown.

Yearly judgement of health

to parade my qualities

and be told if it’s acceptable.

Should I change if it’s not,

to live longer as someone different.

Or do I die young

and myself.

Recede to touch the wind

across a path of shifting sand,

trapping unsteady feet

you sprint and stumble

and never reach it,

until crashing waves return

and sweep you away

into neverending

struggle.

Remember ourselves

without interference,

escape to the beginning

and breathe in peace.

Security is established

and you can step forward,

realigned in your core

and prepared to be tested,

reminded

and willing to try.

Mortificatiom of the morons,

too devastated to know

the right words to use.

Reach into your index

and pluck out a conversation,

ignore the confusion

of those trying to follow

and smile on

knowing you are right,

you are always right.

Whisk away to higher

to hide for a moment,

remember simple pleasures

and touches of love.

Rejuvenate your reason

for struggling on,

the fundamental cause

of forging your path

and who you chose

to come along.