constant movement
in the belly
butterflies on the rise
sitting around
doing not much
avoiding exercise
youtube addicted
seldom watching telly
ignorant or wise
a tall order
to be merry
with tears in the eyes
becoming too much
of a jelly
to stop would be wise
A strike of greatness
Buzzing in the ears
Who can say
They have no fears
The first one will get the worm
And the last one likely the will
Where there is persistence
Mental chatter is overkill
Study and work hard
The boss will pay you well
They have grease on their elbows
And the soul to sell
Time will come
When all is healed
Even vanity
Will disappear
In tears of joy
High with the birds
Ecstatic dance
Lost for words
Soaring
insecurity abounds
the way out
give up control
Talk is cheap
Like a sheep
Guarded by a dog
In the head thick fog
No more plastic bags
On the line few broken pegs
TV never switched on
The grand delusion nearly gone
Vapor rising from a kettle
On mediocre hard to settle
Pour a cup of fresh hot brew
All the drama will be through
Smashed avo on rye toast
Staying put on the Coast
Imposter syndrome common ills
Everyone has a bag of skills
Crack the hardened shell
Come see the rising veil
Light shining inside
No place for fear to hide
Struck as if by lightning
Past hurts no more frightening
Weep at the hunched willow
All the worries in one pillow
Wipe the tears blow the nose
See the beauty of the Rose
Nature comforts our cries
Clouds move up in the skies
Wisdom comes in mundane tasks
Strip the ego of its masks
Happy time of inner child
Just sip along and smile
Live truly for a while.
Hana Rubinstejnova 