Scribbled Thoughts

It takes two

for this crime

of no return.

Pray for redemption

when you know

you’re not worthy,

live with the knowledge

you are less

than you should be.

Reminisce on choices,

defining moments

shaping experiences

and realise you are happy,

proud, content

with who you are.

Even when its hard

its worth it,

you just have to remember it

and know only you

could have walked this path.

You are stronger

than you realise.

Wake up first

and experience the

quiet excitement,

knowing the day is unique

and you witnessed the beginning.

Settle into the special

and greet loved ones,

enjoying being with them

and enjoying being you.

Merry Christmas.

Silent working,

the festive beats dead

when they should be

the loudest.

Hum quietly,

defiantly,

and cling to the excitement

that it’s nearly here.

Conflict the schedule,

flip the sleep

and once it’s done

try to remember what

day it is

and why you should

be excited,

why everyone is here.

(Sorry, this is all I can come up with today.)

Pack and prep,

replace and repeat,

duck grabbing hands,

dodge speeding trolleys.

Survive until it’s time

to clock out.

Seal away to preserve

the freshness,

trick time

to forget its effects.

Reserve a moment

to enjoy later,

when you are ready,

prepared,

able to bask in it.

A nugget of a moment

to reflect,

shed away a coat

of old

that still clings,

leaving itchy skin

and uncertain identity.

Embrace the silky

lining beneath.

Pre-emptive rush

dissolves into

tense waiting

for the chaos to start.

Shuffle as you fill,

twiddle as you label,

praying the day

won’t drag like this

every hour,

others will eventually

emerge from their beds.