Scribbled Thoughts

Change your name

to escape their shadow,

but still the light is blocked

with dark thoughts

where they won’t leave

and you can’t ignore them.

Refuse my defences

and watch the consequences

of cut flesh,

flowing blood

and the end of trust

and security.

Screech for attention

so all work stops,

heads turn

to acknowledge your demand

while those near sigh

with weary acceptance,

ready to ruin a rhythm

and change to

your direction.

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.