Scribbled Thoughts

Building pressure

with crushing weariness

while people

whisper insistents

and ignore

the flash of pain,

only wanting results.

Rise early

to avoid the sun,

beat its heat

and expel energy

before it’s

involuntarily depleted

through sweat

and brain fog.

Croissant of content

curled into luxury,

ready to rest

after excelling

at what it does

best.

Return the heat

to ruin your body,

melting away

all goodness

and leaving

the gritty

and disappointment.

Three years

is long enough

to declare

your achievements void,

erase your mark

and forget

all the work

you committed

and strove to accomplish.

Three years

and you will

be gone

forever.

Scroll for protein

to try,

be inspired

by tight trousers

while fighting nausea

of your body’s betrayal.

Mindsets,

habits,

will power.

Wrestle with

the discomfort,

hopefully temporary,

to break bad habits

and form

new ways forward.

Learn to function

without

and begin to feel better

about yourself,

in theory.

List

your good intentions

once again

and hope the

tantalising delights

of sin

don’t tempt you away,

as it inevitably will

when your resolve

crumbles.

Search areas

slowly becoming familiar,

straining for beacons

and pulses of blue.

Swing away and around

until all the light is found

and extinguished.

Paint a colour

beyond the silver

that haunts you.

Maybe you can’t see it

but others can,

and they will

sparkle for you.