Quiet Hands

I asked myself for the hundredth time
What will I do ? What will I do ?
Should I ? Could I ? May I ?
I looked to you for a pat on the head
Each nod another nail in my scaffolding.
Each an apparent strengthening of a weak structure underneath.
I was under the illusion that you kept me up.

But meanwhile a quiet hand was busy inside
Putting cement in the cracks
Strengthening the original.
A soft whisper reminding me that once I stood alone.
No outside work necessary to hold my bones.

Little by little I dismantled your hold
The nails weren’t even fully in.
The wood you used was weak
The metal bars prone to leaks.

So when you fell, I didn’t fall
I had no need for an outer wall
The stone and rock that made me… me
Had been enough but I didn’t see
I looked to others for so much approval
Yet was strong enough after their removal
The walls I had were strong not frail
Without the input of your nails.
(C) Slumpless

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Living my best life

Calling all “chickens and cowards”
Calling all those who are afraid
Calling all who lie awake at night
And who sleep through the day
It’s ok. It’s ok. It’s ok.

I am you. You are me.
We may never be free.
We may never walk unshackled in the meadows
Jump off the cliff into the sea.
That’s ok. That’s ok. That’s ok.

But you are reading me.
And I am reading you.
We don’t need constant light
To write. To right. To write.

So put down the whip you use on your back
The one that tells you , you are not good enough
Put down the app that makes you feel you are not living your best life
Nobody is.
You are living.
Day by day. Minute by minute. Second to second.
You are a warrior. Fighting your own war.
The fear you feel is not your fault
Do not go gently into the vault
Take it. Wield it. Continue to fight.
If all else fails..
Write.
Write.
Right ?
(C) Slumpless

Animal

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I won’t go where you want me to. Won’t lie where you think I will.

I am always on the sill.

I will stand on your shoulders and when you can no longer bear it

I will take hold of a branch and climb like an ape.

Up, up, up, I will go.

You’re too slow

For me.

You can’t hold on,you see?

I am earth and sky.

I walk. I fly.

Unable to be pinned.

Tuna not tinned.

Free

To swim in the sea.

Animal. Cannibal. Bird.

I move with the herd.

You lag behind my friend.

I’m not saying it’s the end.

It’s definitely not the beginning.

Somewhere in the middle.

Somewhere wild and open

Don’t ruin it with ‘hopin’.

(c)Slumpless(originally posted 30.03.17)

Humming Bird

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Be careful with me

I have a heart that knows no limits

A soul that will search for embers in every cavity of you

Long after the fire dies out.

Be careful.

Because it has already begun

That gentle drum

Louder and faster

Until it hums and I float mid-air

Waiting for your nectar.

Don’t play with light

If you can’t take the glare.

Careful lover. Careful.

I have a bellyful of you but I still want more.

(c) Slumpless

Preach

I swallowed my pride
I let you be snide
I bit my tongue. I bit my tongue.
I allowed you to lecture me
I allowed you to scold
As if I was four years old.
I know I’m not perfect.

I’m not perfect.

You can’t help yourself though.
You give with one hand
While your teeth bite away the gift.
Causing a rift.
Another gift. Another rift.
I hate asking for help.
I hate having to beg
I don’t think you mean it
There are a million lessons you need to teach
But it comes out all preach.
Get off that podium.
Speak to me face to face.
Not the disgrace you make me.
You made me.

YOU made me.
(C) Slumpless

Fire to the Core

Then came the shame
Hot and sharp across my body
I convulsed as I washed the dishes.
How did I let you ever make me feel that way ?
How did I let you think it was ok ?
Fuck you and all you stood for.
Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.
Fuck you and the pain you caused me
The way you paused me
And played me.
Played me like a fool.
But there’s a core of steel in here
And inside that there’s fire.
It keeps burning fucker.
But not for you.

(C) Slumpless

My Tree

Everyone should have a tree in a field somewhere
The one you would run to when the world turns black
The one in the meadow you pass on the train each day
which reminds you that some things are always still.
That in all the rush there is hush. There is lush.

I have a tree.
It’s boughs just right for hanging my coat
Its leaves gentle enough to give me shade but not block out the sun.
One day I will get off a stop early
One day I will clamber over the fence into that field.
One day I will lie there with nothing but a chirping to add sound to my sad day.
One day. Not today
I’m late.
(C) Slumpless