Mind In A Blaze – Freewrite #45

Haven’t been good in what feels like,
An aeon my inner child became too tired to keep on counting.
Sick of waking up first thing in the morning doubting what I,
Haven’t yet attempted.
Putting my phone aside to meditate after much needed bed rest.
Breathing when I’m feeling anxious about when I need to do the next best thing,
And that’s now!
A poem rather than a blunt full each restless dream,
Burning away in an ember sparked by Anger I have yet to settle…
It simmers until the walls in my mind are at a crisp,
As they crumble.
Leaving my thoughts dirtied by the ash of my incinerated joy…