Chasing Joy

The mountains call so off I go,
Zig zagging up the trail,
A little huff, a little puff,
And all my dreams set sail,
Towards some new horizons,
With exuberance ahoy,
Not chasing hollow triumphs,
I’m too busy chasing joy.

With recklessness abandoned,
Leaving demons on the climb,
A little dirt, a little vert,
The view always sublime,
Step by step unto the top,
To finish is my ploy,
Not chasing other runners,
I’m too busy chasing joy.

I’ll finish last, but that’s okay,
I’m humble in my goals,
I’d rather be embracing hope,
Than digging deeper holes,
I relish in the gentle calm,
When happiness deploys,
Not chasing faster paces,
I’m too busy chasing joy.

There’s single track abundance,
Wombat holes and roots and rocks,
A little slip, a little slide,
And mud emblazoned socks,
The air is fresh, the earth is damp,
No stigma to annoy,
Not chasing empty moments,
I’m too busy chasing joy.

The mountains call so off I go,
Adventure in my veins,
Embraced by new horizons,
Letting go of bleak remains,
A little smile to pass the miles,
With freedom to employ,
Not chasing any miracles,
Just simply chasing joy.

© The Complicated Bunny – 24 Dec 2021

The Protector

I know you want to keep me safe,
But please just have a little faith,
You may well falter on the track,
But I will always have your back.

And if you feel you’re on that ledge,
Where demons make their wicked pledge,
Just trust my promise here today,
You won’t be tossed into the fray.

A guardian of calm retorts,
To combat any toxic thoughts,
I will protect your mind and soul,
From diving down that rabbit hole.

And when your comfort zone is breached,
Remember all the goals you’ve reached,
I’ve never let your truth be harmed,
So there’s no cause to be alarmed.

So let me climb to greater heights,
I’m done with arguments and fights,
It’s time to trade the gloves for rope,
And climb towards a greater hope.

© The Complicated Bunny – 22 Nov 2021

Labels – Part II

What’s in a label,
That keeps me unstable,
To rot on the shelf like some pie,
My package is torn,
And the contents forlorn,
My best before date is a lie.

The nutrition table,
That’s part of my label,
Bodes high on the anger and rage,
The edges are ripped,
Where my sanity slipped,
And the world began burning my page.

Ingredients listed,
Preservatives twisted,
Each serving a lithium dose,
With antipsychotic,
And thoughts so hypnotic,
They whisper my struggles verbose.

Emotions forsaken,
Where childhood was taken,
And never once given a glance,
The poison in motion,
Was part of the potion,
That ruined my label’s romance.

A sensitive label,
Was always a fable,
A fairytale fractured in thirds,
My breadth of excuses,
Are trapped in abuses,
Which battle alone in my words.

So what’s in a label,
That keeps me unstable,
My breakage so left on the shelf,
With use by past due,
Am I pickled in stew,
Or are labels just labels, not self.

© The Complicated Bunny – 17 Nov 2021

Broken

Broken by conflict,
Damaged by pain,
Parked in the dark,
Where my demons remain,
Shattered by silence,
Cowered by screams,
Bogged in a fog,
Of my desolate dreams.

Savaged by torment,
Crippled by cries,
Stuck in the muck,
Of contemptuous lies,
Wounded by turmoil,
Mangled by bait,
Caught by the wrought,
Of a perilous hate.

Beaten by feelings,
Punished by mood,
Trapped by the saps,
Of societies brood,
Scalded by moments,
Tortured by thought,
Left so bereft,
By the visions I sought.

Broken by conflict,
Damaged by pain,
My crux is in flux,
Will I always remain,
Shattered by silence,
Frozen by fright,
A page full of rage,
All alone in the night.

© The Complicated Bunny – 13 Nov 2021

Don’t Second Guess

Don’t second guess your second guess,
You’ll end up round the bend,
I used to do that constantly,
Consumed by doubt no end,
But therapy has taught me,
To embrace my inner voice,
Don’t second guess your second guess,
Stay steadfast in your choice.

Don’t question your reflection,
It’s enough that you exist,
A plummet down the rabbit hole,
Can send you round the twist,
You are who you were meant to be,
As time moves on you’ll see,
Don’t question your reflection,
Spread your wings and just fly free.

Don’t worry bout your worries,
They will haunt you anyway,
Just face the darkness when it hits,
Then opt for better days,
So leave your demons on the hills,
And run towards the sun,
Don’t worry bout your worries,
They are just a bitter pun.

Don’t faction your reaction,
For emotions may explode,
Observe them from a distance,
Then escort them to the road,
The more you travel positive,
The less you wander hell,
Don’t faction your reaction,
Let the joys of life excel.

Don’t second guess your second guess,
Just make your move and roar,
For life’s an epic journey,
And there’s magic to explore,
So choose a path to navigate,
And jump each gaping crack,
Don’t second guess your second guess,
Run hard and don’t look back.

© The Complicated Bunny – 11 Oct 2021

The Scorpion’s Tail

I’ve lived with imposters,
For most of my life,
A narcissist’s tongue,
Is as sharp as a knife,
They suck you right in,
And rejoice when you fail,
Whip, crack, you’ve been hit,
By the scorpion’s tail.

You cannot find freedom,
You cannot breath air,
You’re frozen in place,
By their petulant stare,
You try to find peace,
While they whimper and wail,
Whip, crack, you’ve been hit,
By the scorpion’s tail.

Hysterical daggers,
Abandonment curse,
You try to break free,
But it makes matters worse,
They gaslight and scapegoat,
Emotions are frail,
Whip, crack, you’ve been hit,
By the scorpion’s tail.

You want to be heard,
So you question their pride,
But trust me you’re stuck,
On a dangerous ride,
They cannot concede,
So they fly off the rail,
Whip, crack, you’ve been hit,
By the scorpion’s tail.

And should you exhibit,
A differing thought,
Your views will be met,
With sarcastic retort,
For bigotry lives,
In the minor detail,
Whip, crack, you’ve been hit,
By the scorpion’s tail.

You will never conquer,
This battle of blame,
To you it is trauma,
To them it’s a game,
And where the facts lie,
They will always impale,
Whip, crack, you’ve been hit,
By the scorpion’s tail.

So try not to struggle,
When caught in their vice,
T’was never your fault,
But you’ll still pay the price,
Being stuck in a fog,
Where the truth does curtail,
Whip, crack, you’ve been hit,
By the scorpion’s tail.

I’ve lived with imposters,
For most of my life,
A narcissist’s tongue,
Is as sharp as a knife,
Been holding my breath,
But it’s time to exhale,
And cut off the tip,
Of the scorpion’s tail.

© The Complicated Bunny – 10 Nov 2021

Life Is Not An Accident

Life is not an accident,
It isn’t random chance,
You hold the key,
Get off your knee,
And make your future dance,
Don’t be the one,
That holds the gun,
That blows apart your seams,
You have to fight,
And face the fright,
To live your wildest dreams.

Life is not an accident,
Don’t wait for it to start,
You run the day,
So have your say,
Don’t let it break your heart,
So hold on tight,
To that good night,
Find hope and live with zest,
And you will find,
The thoughts of mind,
Will join you on your quest.

Life is not an accident,
So make your move today,
Hold fast to hope,
It is the rope,
That saves you from decay,
And battle on,
With purpose strong,
For strength will find it’s mark,
Don’t settle for,
A fatal flaw,
That traps you in the dark.

Life is not an accident,
Let every moment soar,
Don’t let the hate,
Get past the gate,
Your whisper needs to roar,
So feed your soul,
To make it whole,
Have rainbows paint the sky,
A broken wing,
Can help you sing,
No matter where you fly.

Life is not an accident,
It isn’t random chance,
You are the key,
On bended knee,
And do deserve to dance,
So stand up tall,
And face it all,
Your future is untold,
Life is not an accident,
Be loud, be proud, be bold.

© The Complicated Bunny – 09 Nov 2021

My Story Isn’t Over ;

My story isn’t over ;
There are chapters left to write,
I once was bruised and battered,
From the never ending fight,
Until I found my freedom,
In embracing who I see,
My story isn’t over ;
There are chapters left for me.

My story isn’t over ;
There are wrongs to be set right,
Like healing from the trauma,
That annihilates my night,
But I will not surrender,
To the things that bring me fear,
My story isn’t over ;
There are wrongs to be set clear.

My story isn’t over ;
I have mountains left to climb,
The days of wallowing in gloom,
Disperse with every rhyme,
My views are crystal clear,
They shine a light upon my trail,
My story isn’t over ;
I have mountains left to scale.

My story isn’t over ;
There are challenges to seek,
I used to be a pushover,
But now I’m not so weak,
My strength increases daily,
Where I run my joyful race,
My story isn’t over ;
There are challenges to face.

My story isn’t over ;
There are feelings left to feel,
And verse that must be written,
By a heart that yearns to heal,
My words bequeath a journey,
That has yet to meet it’s end,
My story isn’t over ;
There are feelings left to mend.

My story isn’t over ;
For I know just who I am,
There’s rainbows running through my veins,
My life is surely glam,
I don’t concede to binaries,
My gender is now free,
My story isn’t over ;
For I know just who to be.

© The Complicated Bunny – 06 Nov 2021

My Bestest Voice

I used to cower in the night,
All covered in contempt and fright,
Just darkness not a glimpse of light,
The black dog poised to take a bite.

But then a fellow wandered in,
With smiley eyes, a cheeky grin,
He offered hope and thoughts akin,
And so the homework did begin.

Poems coming thick and fast,
And finally a voice at last,
That spoke a truth of troubled past,
And fate that wronged the role I cast.

And slowly things began to change,
My thoughts and feelings rearrange,
Into an insight not so strange,
That shook the chains of deep derange.

We ease the pain and wretched grief,
Although our time considered brief,
Has gathered strength and self belief,
Where once I judged the world a thief.

I’m eager now to summon noice,
To laugh and dance with great rejoice,
And live a life designed by choice,
Enchanted with my bestest voice.

© The Complicated Bunny – 06 Nov 2021

Fly Free

I know that you think they are keeping you down
Your smile remains frozen beneath a dark frown
But you hold the key and the lock is your chord
So don’t be afraid to relinquish your sword

I know how you feel for the world can be cruel
When day begets night and it conjures a fool
Who sits in your head like a tormented cry
The pantomime fashions a frustrated sigh

Until you accept it was all meant to be
This life that you live will be stuck in a plea
So patch up your wounds and follow the sea
For even a broken winged bird can fly free

I know in your heart you are ready to sing
If only your mind could leave past in the ring
You fought a good fight, but the fortunes that roll
Belong to the scars buried deep in your soul

I know there are words that you cannot express
And wondering how you befell this great mess
Just keeps you a captive of social decline
Start making decisions to polish your shine

Until you accept it was all meant to be
This life that you live will be stuck in a plea
So patch up your wounds and follow the sea
For even a broken winged bird can fly free

© The Complicated Bunny – 30 Oct 2021