Distractions & Reactions
Reoccurring thoughts are my default setting, there's no denying once the switch is thrown..
The cogs begin to grind, the workings start to moan, as the unconscious uncomfortable behaviours won't leave me alone.
A distraction gaining traction, whilst the loudest of claxons, alerts my mind and body to scarper..
My feet losing grip as I try my best to escape,
why does it always get harder?
From my pockets fears fall and scatter, for all to see and flout..
In this chaotic auction room of my mind, I can hear every scream and shout..
Waved like patriotic flags, they're held aloft to the highest bidder..
If I try to convince myself I'm strong
Maybe my mind will reconsider?
But everywhere I look is a familiar scene
A map book with the pages torn out..
I've no idea, what does this mean?
Is it a mysterious metaphor to hint my fire of self doubt still rages, hasn't yet burned out?
The entire countries fire brigade has arrived, in their history, no doubt their biggest shout..
This distraction still gaining traction, stubborn like a rotten tooth extraction
Pulling at the roots so deep buried yet trapped so often by my own self inflicted misconceptions
Day dreaming is where I go sometimes to escape my fears
Music fills my here and now as
Sheryl plays run baby run in my ears
Some days it's easier to use day dreaming as a form of escapism distractions
Than bow down to my own stubborn mental health reactions.