Glance over your distress,
pretend not to see
so their own will stay moderate,
they can worry about
the guilt later
when they’re far away
and no longer
forced to care.
Fiction and poetry writing, recapturing the muse.
Glance over your distress,
pretend not to see
so their own will stay moderate,
they can worry about
the guilt later
when they’re far away
and no longer
forced to care.
Robbed of rest
but time still moves
and your day starts
while others dream
and you envy them
their selfishness,
longing to join them.
Rewrite my history
onto a path to your liking
and watch my mind
crumble under the pressure
until I’m your
perfect puppet.
Knock my energy
and scald my freedom,
forcing a strip
of security for thinner
protection, so raw flesh
won’t rub and
end all movement.
Unexpected gift
dissolving one insecurity,
gaze at its defence
and sigh with relief,
one problem resolved
in a river of anxiety,
but even that small drop
has saved the day
from despair.
Thieving wings
swoop and scoop
away a sugared prize,
leaving behind
confusion and respect.
Check the order
and rearrange
for late arrivals,
or perhaps they were
always there,
just overlooked
until their presence
became a bother.
Spy from miles away,
wondering why you don’t rise,
what brought such exhaustion
and why I can’t be there
to sleep beside you.
You looked comfortable
all alone,
so you must be happy
and not desperately
hoping someone will approach
to include you
and acknowledge
that you are needed,
even just a little.
Cut to spread,
covering more ground
with less cushioning
and hoping no one
notices the difference.