Go deep
No deeper
Think
Think what matters
Better still
Ask yourself
What do I want?
Say I want ….
Fill in the blank.
Can you answer?
What about sleep?
You know what you need
Survival and safety!
Do these cause you grief ?
No problem you have comforts,
Do you even worry for that ?
Ok, kind sir,
I know truth hides under
Fantasy and predictions.
Plays hard to get
Creates tons of confusion.
So what do you feel ?
When you hit bottom
Can you touch that?
Or is it so far below ground,
You’ve lost sight of the stars?
Can’t tell the time ?
Know only darkness
And foreboding silence?
Digging down
Throwing off possessions
Discounting the wins
Soothing old wounds
Drilling down night after night
Frustrated to discover
There’s s always more
Will you keep digging?
What memories last?
Do they carry too much weight ?
Do they hold you fast ?
Make you run for dear life ?
Leave you curled in a corner
Tied to your chains?
What matters now?
You know nothing lasts
And your time will come,
Just when —
You would rather not know.
When I hit bottom
Shiver in the cold
Lost in my cave
I roll into thoughts
Count errors and debts
Pull up my covers
Know nothing inside adds any worth.
No calvary will come —
Mother will not remind
How strong you can be —
Few friends will remember
To check on your health,
Only your dog lays down
Beside you.
Travel seems pointless
No reason to go out
No place —
North, east, or west,
Satisfies your quest
The world offers a society of strange
People without names
Appointed for ill thought out purpose
Faces that smile
While making side glances
This way or that
Ingratiating stances, and you must decide
on your own.
The day flat
Empty and numb
A direction’s no map
To chart a way home ?
Ok I see
You have never really known.
I get it now.
Too much time spent
Fawning and longing
Earning attention
Waiting for crumbs
From the master’s table.
In shame you may tip your hat,
Or tap your foot.
Dying to be mentioned
In testaments written
By the long departed
Pays no mind to your duty or dust.
Say what you like?
What would be fun ?
Can you start there?
I want to laugh
I want to cry
I want to see Paris
I want my friends
I want to dare.
Mostly I sigh.
I want to come up for clean air
Not suffocate in my own dry dust
Eating stale bread
Drinking sour wine
A note nailed to the door
Enter freely.
Brush the uncertain away
Breathing builds pressure
Opens the lungs
Gives life to the broken
And forsaken.
Weary bones grow stronger
Wrapped in loving arms
Hugs connect flesh
Massage sore muscle
A soft kiss confesses bliss
Holding hands
Comforts the lonely.
Salt stings
But heals wounds
Awakens attention
Reach out from your tomb
Walk in the sun
Learn to speak human
Practice art
Paint colors that delight
Write honest words that spill
with ease on your page
Keep warm inside
Burn candles at night
Breathe the salt of sea air
Be nothing but light
Empty of pity
Filled with plenty
Open to love
When it comes
Enjoy freely.
THH
02-16-26
Thoughts Have Hands 