Scribbled Thoughts

Break the silence

and sulking,

expect a happy response…

but only tired indignation is left,

the resentment lasted too long

to be simply

swept away.

Stiffen your posture

to avoid a bent outlook,

not knowing you’re already

hunched for the rest

of the world to view.

Stand up higher

to ease pressure,

avoid notice

and wince in the dark

while stretching,

hoping to click

but hoping to be invincible.

Yearn to return

to home and hugs,

soft moments spent together

that others would overlook

but which sew up your world

and drive you back,

preferring those mundane moments

to any lively event.

Set up the image

to spy when eyes are closed,

praying they’re not needed,

but prepared

for any situation

that might threaten

those dear.

Calm you with sugar

and distract change

with action

until the unusual

is now normal

and you forget

to miss the old.

Swell up from action,

hindering movement with pain

even though your presence

has grown.

Bigger and in the way,

everyone will stare,

no one will ask

the reason you cry.

Describe the feeling

of trying to say positive,

but every movement they make

crashes against the float.

Slowly it’s sinking,

sinking,

until the black depths

settle on your mood

and all hope of breaking

the surface

is gone.

Focused moments

to create memories,

while jealous peaks

seep into the day,

destroying peace and bonds

with a flood of attitude

that young emotions

can’t help express.

Return the agony

of injury you thought banished,

once again struggling

with unseen pain

and noticing people’s annoyance

as you slowly keep working,

but not fast enough.

Not good enough.