Scribbled Thoughts

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.

Desire is the enemy

clouding judgement

and ruling movements

with clumsy intent.

Bury it,

abandon it

or risk

looking the fool.

(My cousin’s husband lost his battle against brain cancer, so this is for him)

A parasite

rested in your brain,

eating away

at who you are

and reducing your life

to days.

Rest now,

gentle angel,

devoted father,

loving husband.

Nothing can

hurt who you were,

your memory

is the greatest

comfort for those

left behind.

Trading yesterday

for a future hurt,

overriding a coming pain

for now,

when I’m strong enough

to tackle it.

The reverse is too cruel,

awaiting nothing but

tomorrows of sorrow

would make life

only a burden.

Pick up a habit,

a good one

like flicking off

standby switches

and washing a plate

straight after use.

Pick, switch, place,

build the muscle memories

of good intentions

and new beginnings,

healthy decisions

and lasting changes.

Become your

happy ending.

Held items

that you thought

you possessed

deny renewal,

refuse to extend

their time with you,

already they

look for another,

ready for a

new adventure.

Create a world

within a dying body,

its final struggles

writing a story

of many.

Watch them thrive

on withered land,

burning bright

as the greatest star

winks out.

Take your camera

for a walk,

its strap lead

straining from its eagerness

to explore the world,

snap its likeness

and record all life

in a forever loop

it cannot escape.

That way it will

finally belong

to a moment.