Pluckier

Thoughts are undulating my palm
Akin to the squashy stream
Staring explicitly at my blankness; they recognise
Before I could respire
I close my eyes
And feel my heart thrashing within, soothing tempo
It takes my fear over
Briskly into my gullet
They say….
Don’t slash the thread that joins you to veracity.
Don’t be afraid of the white sheet
Write down something….