Come in from the cold,
dark anxiety of your mind.
Feast yourself on a slice
Of escapism pie.
It’s saccharin lightness,
the antidote to unsavoury thoughts
Of what if’s,
mixed with the shoulds and
Yoghurt covered woulds.
Each sweet laden fork,
a bitter reminder,
of your skeletal soul
Obese with inadequacy.
Feeling cheap
And empty of substance.
Time chewed and swallowed.
Your mind tricked,
into feeling full
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
Lift the anchor and set sail
The seas will hold you afloat
See the intangible on the horizon
Aboard your magnificent dreamboat
Don’t be a victim to circumstance
Your judgement, not the slightest bit flawed
Your experience, previously sailed waters
The Universe stands to applaud
In complete suspension; doctrine dissolved
Our integrity our integral second skin
The intention to live life fearlessly
The real purpose without and within
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
Glancing in the mirror
I am greeted by myself
A shiny smile replies in kind
The true measure of my wealth
No longer scared to catch my eye
Or seeking imagined flaws
Reflecting light, the child within
Is ushered from distant shores
Not taught to look admiringly
Don’t stare! A rule of thumb
Told that self-love is a vanity
Others happy if you’re glum
Shallowness, an issue
When meaning is skin deep
Buying into a youthful currency
Not yet awoken from their sleep
Layer upon layer discarded
Beliefs strewn across the desk
Unshackled from my comfort zone
The outlook picturesque
Naked, my favourite outfit
Clothed only by my skin
Seeing essence beyond the atoms
The ethereal glow within
shiny pebbles 