When in doubt
A bandage on a stab wound
When air would do it better
A kiss on a bullet hole
When it should be left alone altogether
A recurring thought
To grasp for reassurance
The damage is not yet done
Until I’ve weathered all its currents
The bully wants to play
But he must be ignored
Not tended to once per week
And not lured in like before
The air passes over a field
Without anyone telling it to move
The grass beneath it withers
Then centers around letting go
Leave it be and alone
That which demands the most attention
For giving into its demands
Will steal each tiny ounce of contentment
Peace and happiness will flee
As if not bearing any scrutiny
Like a bird anxiously flapping its wings
To get away from a life so daring
The brain moves in waves
Crashing onto a moving shore
Unsure if it will be there to catch it
Or if it will let it fall like before
