Sometimes it’s like a sack of coal
to your breaking back
other times like a heartful
of joyful flower petals.
Boredom yawning stupidly
whilst sat in your lap,
depression whittling
concentration down to nothing,
anxiety kindling the touch paper
awaiting impatiently at each nerve-end.
Bear trap jaws of addiction, so bitter sweet,
the emptiness of loss
and the laughing weathercock of madness.
The unpleasantness of sickness,
healing hands of love and kisses,
the catchy smiles which explode and multiply.
The whimsical nonsense of spontaneity
and the beautiful adrenalin of enthusiasm.
Each day, upon awakening
is a delicate balancing act,
the morning scales swing manically
whilst compass-ing their daily bearings.
It’s a crapshoot, my Dear, a gamble
with much to both win or lose,
for we’re all bearing a burden
each moment of this strange life.
The Sunnyside of the street in your mind
is the best port in the storm
to tentatively tread
your first thoughtful step upon.
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