an almost overly familiar sensation these days.
Nothing works anymore, just cover for failures,
even if we’re told we haven’t…
Well of course we have.
Not the right thing for us, they say.
Yet for the want of that little bit more, a moment passes,
plans are destroyed, redundancy of heart and soul.
Only a worst possible outcome… For someone who rejoices in thought.
Time aplenty to now cut ourselves to pieces.
Only this time those twists of steel could manifest,
seems a plausible method.
To actually find out how much pain can distract before climbing coming to terms.
Maybe this will be the one moment to tip beyond that,
which is what creates the fear.
But also excitement, for a chance to not have to be afraid anymore.
Steve B 10/12