Scribbled Thoughts

Whisper your secrets to me,

of enchanting worlds

and hidden horrors.

Others may know them,

share the same stories

but the impression on each heart

is unique,

private,

your own.

Predict your lack

of comprehension,

motivation,

inclination to take

responsibility,

expect others to

step up

while you take

the glory,

all while smiling

without a care

in the world,

our world.

Head cold or stress ache,

which symptom is this?

Which would you prefer,

an impending illness

or an impending

complication.

Convert my life data

into a gamble

of nothing

and everything.

Prove my time

wasn’t wasted,

even if it’s

just for a moment

of recognition,

of glory.

Aching proof of effort

that slows your movements

the next day,

even when there’s still

tasks to be done,

another crisis

to manage.

When will peace return?

Was it ever really there?

Hinted predictions

that prick at hope

even when you know

they are formed

through bad information.

Perhaps a few days more

to dream

before facing

the obvious truth,

the continuing journey.

Black material

hidden in darkness,

camouflaged from

the desperate seeker,

trying to be sneaky

and failing

at the simplest task.

Ominous signs,

a blessing or a curse?

It is unclear,

only time will tell

whether

good or ill

will come.

The scratch of excuse

to pull away

and breathe alone,

remember why

we’ve added this pressure,

what goal will

be worth it.

Take a step back,

recharge,

then return to me.