Stories are everywhere

Stories are everywhere

Stacked up in corners

Yellowing with age

Too many to tell

There is a temptation

To skate over pain

Allow the words to settle

As the blood dries

Before moving on

It is better to follow a dream

Break a new trail

Be aspirational

Than to vent your spleen

There is no future in tears

The slow death

Of promise

The return of lean years

Those words

Are quickly read

Before the mood

Is transferred

By osmosis

Through fingertips

Burned by the heat

Of a black sun

Where sad souls

Failing to escape

An early grave

Stare blindly out from the dust

Blameless hearts,

To be pitied

Until the next breath

Are sacrificed

In your stead

Celebrate happiness

Practice mindfulness

As a self help technique

First world expectations

Tick all the boxes

For the money makers

Don’t look back

It is a foolish game

We are not to blame

It is not love

To be hung on tenterhooks

There is no beauty

In despair

Must it be seen or read

Just be glad

You are here

Not dead

And not there.