Silence is sulking,
voicing is accusation.
Either way you’re losing,
either way you’re
in the wrong.
Do better.
Fiction and poetry writing, recapturing the muse.
Silence is sulking,
voicing is accusation.
Either way you’re losing,
either way you’re
in the wrong.
Do better.
Sound to ignite
a wave of energy,
a sign to begin
the day and its tasks.
Reaching to snooze
when nothing is offered,
a deadly cycle
you slip deeper in
and have no incentive
to escape.
The strike of the clock
thrusts you from that world
and creates a two-day block,
leaving you helpless,
without purpose
until a solution can be found.
Remember to blink
and see what’s real
around you.
Embark on a quest,
a task to test your worth
and those you entrusted to help,
believing in a dream
above all others
and preparing to live through anything
to see it fulfilled.
Will it look the same,
at the end?
New adventures
to stir the soul
and resuscitate
a need for excitement,
pounding blood
throughout your body
and igniting a thrill
to be the best,
and uncover the newest
most dangerous tests
you’ll overcome and
grow from.
Live for the guilt,
its presence forcing
breath into your lungs
and driving movement
into your body.
Let go and what’s left?
Does that person
even exist anymore?
Are they worth you
trying?
Cut away the weight
and offer opportunities
of a different perspective,
one where you have confidence
and believe you are worth
the air you breathe.
Excrete life and energy
to please others
who don’t even realise,
too busy with their own doubts
to acknowledge their
connection to yours.
Retrace to familiar
and sigh at the steady ground
hoping its confidence
will seep into your body
and drive your path
to a future of happiness,
or at least somewhere
you can be your true self.
Smell the sea
between toes,
sliding back to the vast
while peace is left behind,
a deep breath of salt
that settles
and reinvents
all that you could be.