Relief

Sometimes the words don’t always come out the spout, no they don’t always pour out.

They get stuck in the muck, congested.

You know when you want to write it all down, free your mind for a little while, that shit can really stir a cloud of echoing rejection.

It’s like being on a stage ready to give a speech, then suddenly forgetting how to speak, knees get weak, heart starts to beat. Your eyes gaze upon the crowd, searching for a solution, but all you retrieve is blank stares waiting for your resolution.

I feel the pressure in my neck, yea it’s weighing me down, causing a curve to my back. Sometimes it’s all I can do to stand straight now.

I feel better now thanks for listening, I’ll be back again when my mind starts drifting.

-Tlk

Release, Drift, Change

I need to release these thoughts from mind. so onto the paper I cry, let my words spread like vapor, freeze, and shatter into cold cold ice.

Even though I let it out, it is always with in reach, always a lesson to teach

That snow it’s beauty never fails to show, just like my thoughts never fail to flow

Sometimes I wish it could be that easy to give in and just forget that I am breathing

But I’m to self aware to quit, So i end up spending most of my days just letting my mind drift.

I truly love this life, it is rare, a blessing, a gift and I feel sick that there are days I want to quit.

But that struggle makes me aware and with that awareness I start to care, share, grow, change.