Scribbled Thoughts

The rhythm

echoes your thoughts,

lyrics reading your soul,

embrace the lesson

and the comfort

others know you

across sound,

and they have carried on.

Hold onto hope

even when

trying

hasn’t accomplished anything.

Stopping

isn’t the answer,

they say,

but they never began,

just watched

your struggles

and judged

you a quitter

and a waste of time.

Paint me

a darker shade

than I used to be

and hide the stains,

the evidence

life has tainted me.

Now I am new again

until you taint me

darker than black.

Bury in white

so the world will stop

and you can stay

to witness

the fresh coat

on the sky

and me

finally trying again.

Reality begins

tiredness challenging motivation,

which one will win?

It’s time

to cement a change.

Wake before purpose

to create your own,

eat your intentions

and settle into determination.

A path has been found,

now you follow it.

Spend a day

to fantasise

then walk away

with a bigger reality,

giving you hope again,

finally,

to see happiness

in the future.

Visit a memory

that seemed happy

at the time

but is now cloaked

with your knowledge,

revealing the sinister end

a child did not know.

Can you still smile

as you recount it?

Good.

Mix together

your bloodline

blended with anger and pain,

a reminder

to be better,

reshape

your own mind

to reveal your story.

A born purpose

that struggles

to understand its role

and seeks

moments

to dance to,

twirling into

a new adventure.