Crazy how some words reach our souls,

Remind us of battle scars and why we stand,

So lovely to wake up upside down,

The rolling around and languid manner,

Thoughts can really bring one down,

Slither and wander like a headless body,

It is as if a boulder has lain on me,

Incapable of moving,

In all things and all joy,

I stand in the middle of it,

This way of living,

In a bubble of kindness,

Deadly and swift, It brings one to the edge,

A reminder of the warnings,

On days like this,

Creativity flows freely,

I'm getting back,

To the simplistic,