P o w e r o n
O p e n
U p d a t e
C o n f i r m
E n t e r
N e w c o n t e n t w i l l s h o w i n t w e n t y m i n u t e s
R e p l y
T h i s i s j u s t a F Y I
N o
R e f r e s h y o u r b r o w s e r
A c c e p t a m e e t i n g
A t t e n d a m e e t i n g
M i n u t e a m e e t i n g
C o u n t d o w n u n t i l 2 0 2 2
Q u a l i f i c a t i o n c o m p l e t e
C l o c k o u t o n e l a s t t i m e
Sundays are our time
We lay, crossed limbed
I smile at your chuckle
The crosswords have become a celebration
I inhale your scent
And your fingers graze the small of my back
We talk
For these moments I forget all else
I wish everyday was this
I watch you when you are not looking
Gleeful reactions to the morning
The window outlining your awe
My teacup is full
My chest expands and outside noise fades
A fresh breeze
Pricks my eyes
The saying about getting up on
The right side of the bed
Often made me wonder if there is
A right side of my head
What would that be like?
A day with less noise
Filtering out thoughts
Would I feel joy?
The truth is I cannot imagine
A time without struggle
Or a night without shrieks
Life outside my bubble
It’s impossible to picture
A serene version of me
Although I surround myself with peace
It’s something I cannot be
My fluctuating moods
Knock me off my feet
But they also make me feel alive
They are part of what make me complete
I am just not feelin’ it
You know? Creativity and/or inspiration
I think I’ll quit
I am just not feelin’ it
The fear kicked my chest
I’ve passed my best
I took a break
I don’t have what it takes
I think I’ll quit
I am just not feelin’ it
My writing is sh¡t
Just sssh for a bit
My brain is on holiday
For an extended stay
I think I’ll quit
OK maybe I’m rhyming silly
But the truth is I am scared stiff
I am just not feelin’ it
I think I’ll quit
As I visit I am reminded to take off my coat
An olive green parka
I feel shame that I forgot to consider
What this colour means to you
Like forgetting a name, or birthday
A sting of guilt
The ward contains you
But your spirit darts around as much as your eyes
You are confused to be where you are
When you notice you’re here
The rest of the time you are in a trench
Your television is older than me
A constant noise in the background, even when it’s turned off