Scribbled Thoughts

Trap in safety,

suffocating but necessary,

counting the days of growth,

ready to explore and run,

see where you end up,

decide whether you’ll

ever stop.

Mix and mold,

rise and bake,

separate and pack,

open and consume.

Repeat

and feel the satisfaction

of enjoying your day.

Send out but unable to receive,

messages missed

as though no one cares

when really they are there,

loving, waiting,

but you cannot hear them.

Sleep close by

and grow accustomed

to your presence, scent,

until an association of calm

is forever attached

and we’ll live together

as siblings

undefined by species.

Rearrange my life

for a whim you created

while you continue

as normal,

accepting changes

that benefit you

while I sacrifice

opportunities that

may never come again.

Pack and place,

entice attention

and lift your worth

so that, maybe,

someone will

remember you.

Crisis to the core,

hide it with crusted layers

and disguise the anguish,

the despair,

the lack of hope

that rests

at your centre.

Smile and deceive

even yourself.

Track your progress,

the journey to meeting me

and entering my life.

Unexpected delays

alter our destiny,

forcing actions you

didn’t want,

with first impressions

we can never take back.

Have you found

the post code?