Return home and regress
Bury ancient truths
Where they nest
Warm smooth blankets
as they soothe and smother
Force yourself into a jigsaw
Where you are a starry peg -
and other
Burnout
Trying so hard, just to cope
Walking round in circles
I felt it was all my fault
There was something in me
I told myself, I was ‘wrong’
I really should try and cover it up
and just push myself
Be 'strong'
It doesn’t matter how much you try, often
People assume it’s a lack of desire
It’s the longing to burn through a task
But, your world has thousands of mini-fires
Where to start? What to do?
On the list, the results can be none
Can work through one little, next thing
The weight lifts, with a buzz from
just that one
But, your heart is always heavy
Don’t know a quiet brain
Coaching, one day, might help with coping
skills
and putting out little fires, with natural rain
Needing eccentric, natural, beautiful, moments
Moving into action, through pain
Looking at the scope of the bigger frames
I’m picturing
and dopamine decor
it’s own, phenomenal, orange flame
Getting entrenched in a wonder maze
Evolving excitement, sparks dying and flying The savage injustice, in losing, the taste
All words that are, instantaneously, erased
The bright, vibrancy of light, air and
that little fix
Like the salt in the sea air
It both damages, with very specific touches
and, as bulls run towards multi-coloured cloths
Gives you a lift
And punches you
Nobody sees the poetic tragedy of the knock
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