You
Are a sharp corner
Lifted tin
Cutting me
Snagging my shirt
Old hurt
Tearing
The ragged nail
That I chew
I don’t want to
But I cannot resist
When my thoughts run across you
I give in
And chew
Nibble
Gnaw until I’ve gone too far and drawn my own blood
No more
I am tired of your presence
Your toxic fumes
Depart these rooms
Leave them vacant
Open a window
Light a smudge stick
Wafting smoke
Blue
And
Grey
Unfurling
Curling
If only it were that easy
My mind hoards junk
Snakes slither out from every second kicked over log
Grasping and bogging me needlessly in the past
Move on
Move on
(And stop kicking over logs…)
But some people just give me the 🤢 … moving on😁 seriously meditation people – best 20 minutes of my morning and the difference it makes to having a useful interface on my motherboard is quite amazing 😉
And… stay out of your head. It’s that worst possible neighborhood.
Haha certainly is Ray 😊