Scribbled Thoughts

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.

Calming chaos,

a source of nature

still in the shimmering day,

waiting to be acknowledged

and soothe

the everyday tension

long built up

and corrupting

the honest.

Spoken words

no longer heard,

the sound so familiar

they lost all meaning,

as did the person

who utters them.

Perhaps silence

is the only way forward now.

Begin away

and notice whether it helps

to pretend,

see a different life

and decide if yours has value,

what will you do if it doesn’t?

Pack away the important

to move for a little while,

pretend to live somewhere different

and experience a similar mundane

that will revitalise

and stir

your world into action.

Gaze at the past

through a captured picture

and wonder if the future

was something they would have wanted.

Would they have still smiled

if they knew

or run away

to a different alternative

even if it meant

more pain.