A poem about stop / starting: ..Now, have fun! (pre-planned) Right now, relax..

What diary management (that I need) does to my psyche, Need a moment to come home to me, after busy periods

From worlds that add

And times that under-deliver Living life, like the build up, Home to New Year’s Eve!

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The comedown

The wind down

The branches of possibility

Now, that I can do anything

By ideas, we are transfixed

and Not Moving

Pulled, (in) by my lack of focus

Cannot let me be

(tough on me, overloaded)

The pull of the letdown

and nothingness behind

the inner-dialogues drops

and the magic of the lifts

I can, I can’t,  do this

Here’s the failing, in all the choices

An ideas station, that loses all that

(can’t), feel like a treasured gift

I forget, whilst they grift

The cons and disappointments

Life starts, and begins again,

momentarily

I needed more

The welcome, everyday, that felt like bliss

Turning into waves of soothing

inwards, Needs Actually Met

The pride I feel!

For the nothings that I said

From the discography classics

of my insides

Presented in what feels like

shouting

But, audibly reached me

Only, in a familiar hiss

surrounded by broken glass

All the places, I can’t remember, I went

Shake down, as I feel lighter

and it lifts

I will never look at this with regret!

I dance, perfect, steps of joy

to music, without moving

I see dogs trotting

and I spring me out, to feel alive

Too exhausted to see the joy

Mysteriously, it re-arrives

I know it will

I kept it going

The sunflowers turning to the light

and trying swing me back

after sitting in it

The disjointed florets

that send other’s noses sniffing

They are disgusted, me warming myself up

I’m excited

Worthy

Believing, into overdrive

Itching, with my repetitiveness

Can’t say I haven’t tried

Pulling myself out of it

The team around me

The nourishment, that I wish I accepted

through care and more dutifully

The brightness, colour and saturated

sugar passions

Leaving, on the run

Scattered with paint splatters

They see leaks

It brings me!

I notice them

My soundtrack helps me

survive

poetry