Cas Reeves 2020
Talking bridges over my troubled waters.
Crossing deserts on word camels.
Strangers who become closer than friends
Carrying the water to my wells.
Sitting, huddled by quiet trees,
Hoping I am hidden from view.
Waiting silently for the next trek
Along another emotional Kokoda.
Drugged and drowsy
To stop the swinging pendulum of mood.
All-day breathing shallow,
Fearful of the shadows
Flicking in the corner
Of my fretful eyes.
Like desperate prayers.
Gel pen mantras to safe vacancy.
Tired, a traveller never leaving,
Always on a journey but staying still.
Talking to unravel my wool
It’s tangled strings bind.
In the end,
It’s just me
And my broken mind.