Sailing Away

Nerves

running

and

ruining

the insides

no longer

hiding

or

playing

peek-a-boo

it’s the truth

lurking and jerking

the mind

to fall back

behind

in the present

moment

fading

away

from

sunrise to sunset.

Uplifting

in boring

waves

of

motivational

quotes

overflowing

frustration

sinking the

boat

to sail

in any destination.

Touche

Anchors Away!

Swaying

back and forth

between the

shore

to

shootout

trajectories

labeled

fatal

Boom!

Emotional

explosions filled

the air in fireworks

rowing far

from the

shoreline

in

time

to not

return.

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Hit’em Hard

A fighter

inside and out

each muscle

used

without a doubt

there’s

doubt.

Putting on the

gloves

Hit, Hit, Kick, Hit,

no pain

no gain

sweating thru

each bit

of grump

magnifying

the trumpet

to hear

“She Will Win!”

Defeating the

enemy

within

killing the

opponent

in the ring…of the bell

next round

drink and exhale.

Ready…Let’s Go

more rounds for

the opponent

to hit the floor.

Who Said What?

Who Said What?

Said to much…

Said to little…

Said what

was said

to get off my

mental…

Brewing

hot

percolating

from the

soul

to

stop

before

screaming

out of control…

The repetitive

strain

of

accumulated

trauma

and

keeping the

stress down

from

the everyday

drama…

Laying

knees

to chest

holding

the ground

for

what’s next

To

Stand up…

Who really

knows what’s

on a

person brain?

Mind

myself

I will

never be the

same…

Shake, Rattles,

and rolls

me

around

enough

in

lessons

from

depression

to

add back

a positive

light

and

get rid

of

things

that

weren’t right…

Easier said!

Mind Business

Shoes

worned

fitted

to be

knotted

twice

tight

to

start

the

run-around-wheel

in the

run-about-ball.

Mind your mind

to handle the

daily

walking

distance

from

crazy

to a normal

running

game

towards standard

standing

up

when

inside

is flipside

down.

Keeping up

with the

updates

to show

No

emotions

for

the

need- to-know

nosey

outsiders

watching

the day to day

Motions,

writing marks

on a

clipboard

grading

one’s steps

in

fretful

groans

and

anguish

to

consciously,

mind my mind

from

cramping

the

brain

to

keep it

moving

accordingly,

Not

to be

judged

insane.

A Different Attack-Panic

Chest

hurts

squeezing

tight

breathe…

inhale

exhale

breathe…

down on

my knees

sweating

holding

a nauseating

stomach

breathe…

shaking

hands

clutching

rosary beads

eyes

closed

please

breathe

slowly,

“Let’s go,

take control!”…

mumbling

over and over

in the

mind

staying focus

breathe- in

to get

better…

breathe-out

whatevers…

breathe

back to

regulars

breaths

until,

the panic

has left

breathe…please.

Riding Thru Out

Roaring

the

iginition

to

a late night

ride

on the

otherside

for the

known

rider

to be

Buckling up

tight

for the

twists

and the

turns

as

bumpy

roads

leaves

black

wheelies

burns

and

fast mark

brakes

breathing

thru

a brown paper

bag.

Crossroads

crashes

thru

intersections

to be

rerouted to

further

distances

away from

costly

red -lights.

Radio blasting

to nagging.

Tinted

windows

rolled

up to

a thrown

egg

yolking out

to

laughter

and

kids

running

away.

Fun journeys

thru

neighborhoods

well- known

on

cruise control

to

Home…

Parked

to flashbacks

and anxiety attacks

in the drive way.