Sunday, 1 May 2016

Building blocks.

Piles of paper
Piles of socks
"Piles my dear
Are caused by blocks!"

Block the doorway,
Block the desk,
Block the phone and to do list.
Block the freezer,
Block the car,
Block the garden, don't go far.
Block the people,
Block the door,
Block the cupboards and the floor.
Block the noise out
And the stress,
It's safe inside
with all my mess.

That can go,
It's worn out now,
Sentimental, lost somehow.
Hold on to love,
Hold on tight,
Hold on to nothing with all my might.

To comfort me,
My "precious"stuff
Lies all around and with a gust...

It's stuff and nonsense,
Stuffed myself!
Stuff old books from dusty shelf.
Stuff the rubbish
In the bin,
Recycle out and not within.

Just one corner,
Just one shelf,
One small step to help myself.
Make one call,
A little space,
Take my time, it's not a race!
Take a moment,
Take a rest,
Take a breath and do my best.

It's ok to step outside
Once I've started,
Love the ride!
Around the block,
Or to the trees,
Bubbling brook
And air to breathe.

Release my fists.
Release my pen,
Let all flow out and in again.
Relax my grip
on useless things,
That memory,
The pain it brings.

Be more gentle,
be more kind,
Relax clenched teeth.
Release my mind.

Look at just how far I've come,
I'm stronger now,
No need to run,
To hide within the past, old me,
There's hope ahead.
For now
Just be.

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