Start, stop, toss away
All the poems I tried to write tonight
They don’t feel right
Or true to what’s running through my brain
Headaches and stomachaches par for the course
When you play games like I do
Dangerous ones with my body and mind
But these are the games we play to survive
Start, stop, and keep the thoughts
That flirt with hope
Tying all those knots at the end of our rope
Hold on and swing for a while, darling
With Love,
Natalie