Treading on
Yesterday’s doubts
I walk
Walk
Walk
Until I am empty
Empty of the day’s
Demands
Unrequested demands
Unsolicited advice
Advice
Advice
Mouthed
From sleeping mouths
I awake
Wide awake
And running
Running
Running
To seek refuge
Into my own
Embrace
Opinions are like arse holes
Everyone’s got a behind
Flatulent views filling spaces
Mostly unpleasant; rarely kind
Unsolicited advice. Lobbed
Like grenades into the breach
Confidence the victim
Of a blood sucking leach
What is mankind’s impulsion
To perpetuate their own shit?
They should re-examine the horizon
From the high horse where they sit
Words overflow in chat rooms
Binary wants and coded lore
Hold society in a stronghold
Insisting what we need, is More
The television also accountable
For two-dimensional advice
Producers salivating at conflict
People’s hearts, their merchandise
Time to examine your reason
For hanging with this crowd
Is your true sense of worth
Really just another’s dark cloud?
Never ending columns of newsprint
Constrict our breathing, to produce
To take them at pure face value
Puts society’s head in the noose
Had a day off on Monday
Spent the morning in bed
Huddled under the covers
Flying dreams filled my head
Tuesday brought action
From the sweet break of dawn
I was up and was at ’em
Before the Westies could yawn
On Wednesday I re-acquainted
With a face from my past
Catching up on a decade
The gossip left me aghast
Thursday I treasured
In my role as an Aunt
Hours playing and chatting
My nephew sure can enchant
Had an early start on Friday
Making me yawn by midday
Requiring several expresso’s
To keep the tiredness at bay
Saturday was lovely
Just pottering at home
Spent the day in pyjamas
Didn’t wash, didn’t comb
Very social on Sunday
Several hours in the pub
Drinking far too much wine
Accompanied by great grub
Is a well meaning gesture
A smile etched across lips?
Totally surrounded, yet separate
Standing hands upon hips
Neither broken, nor whole
As I wander unseen
Without thought, without direction
A confined quarantine
Day to day living
Weightless in its appeal
Not a slight indentation
Nothing left to reveal
Dreams far more engaging
Show futility in routine
Such meaningless chitchat
Forges a reality unseen
The depth that I seek
Once expectation is removed
Reveals the script of my life
Nothing needs to be improved
So I turn and look back
And take ownership of me
Releasing all that’s not mine
I become who I should be
The dressing-up box of life
All the costumes you’ll need
Always something to suit
From a plaid to a tweed
Do not use clothes to hide
Feelings need to be aired
By always covering up
Your soul cannot be bared
Expression is honest
Does not cost you a dime
The opinions of others
Just a meaningless mime
Pull on trousers in confidence
And a T-shirt of pride
Add a poncho of humour
Wear whatever you decide
Mismatched socks of intent
Darn the hole on your heel
Uniformity not required
It just limits your zeal
Put your hands in the pockets
Of your jeans of goodwill
The shoes of expectation
They are not yours to fill
That old, well-worn jumper
With a leather patched sleeve
An old favourite unravelling
Your own unique weave
My bad days, are the good days
Of the time that has passed
Without denying my feelings
There’s no emotional fast
Sadness still visits
But no longer makes its bed
Doesn’t take root in my heart
Nor try to squat in my head
The pull of what was
No more dictates the result
Face to face with my fears
It is my choice to exalt
I am learning to trust
That I am where I should be
The outcome released
I love and trust just in me
None of us are separate
We do not stand alone
Connecting to everything
Universal threads being sewn
shiny pebbles 