Chasing my thoughts, and exposing them to the wind
The pressure is heavier, like a penguin in the desert.
I’m exposed and vulnerable,
But this day was supposed to be wonderful.
The blue it attacks,
My thoughts, my heart, my in-between.
The light could be found, but it’s oh so dim.
I want to scream at the wind, bring my body back.
But it’s gone now, and it’s too late to change a thing.
The words are jumbled on my paper.
The pen it wanders through my brain,
Crossing out my thoughts, but only leaving pain.
The happiness it drains out into the bucket,
One blow at a time.
My brain is a thumping heart beat.
Every pulse and every movement,
Every bump and every moment.
It twists the rope a little tighter,
Making me wish I was a little lighter.
The Blu Tack is building up again,
It clogs my thoughts and the in-between
The blue it attacks, but it’s not too late,
The day is just beginning,
So I’m not choosing fate.
I wrote this poem during exam time when I had a terrible head cold and had an exam in 3 days. I really needed to study, but my head was pounding and my body felt weak. I decided to not dwell in my circumstances but to rise above them and power through.