Scribbled Thoughts

Puncture your relief

and live dangerously,

no safe guard for support,

just the wild

with the reckless one

charging towards it.

Two patterns for two abilities,

combined into one person,

who is strong enough

to control them

but not confident

in expressing

who they really are,

and why

the protection matters.

Heal for a day,

forget who you are,

soak in a story

and pause to refuel

while filtering knowledge

to another.

Influence as the

real you.

Rush to celebrate

the stale air

filled with heavy breathing

and concealed impatience,

stand and sweat out

all productivity

until only dizzy remains

and you sink through the ground

in defeat.

Possibility of expansion

earlier than expected,

apprehension but underlining hope

that a bouncing presence

will calm and settle

all others,

because it’s not only one

who is unsettled.

Take an extra day

to hide and heal,

hoping life will be kinder

or you’ll at least feel stronger

to compete in a world

of fingers pointing

everywhere but themselves.

Return to a forgotten role

of freedom to be unhinged,

say whatever you want

and regret nothing,

the world will bow to you.

Motivation evaporates

as good deeds are spat at,

the pain you work through mocked,

the proclaimed righteousness

gazing down at your efforts

until you give up

and stop getting out of bed,

you stop trying.

Spray the temperature,

let heat settle on your skin

and ease shocked muscles

into relaxing,

hoping it will also ease you

into sleep.

Hunched over,

unable to straighten,

pain slipping the memory from reach

and leaving you

bent and feeling

less than human.