The Road

My head was playing mind games with me this morning

Brushing up uncomfortable feelings from the dark recesses

Mocking, laughing, taunting

making me feel like I was standing naked in front of class

Until I thought I

can't take anymore and...

zap

it was quiet

and in its place The Stix (my stick lady) popped in

with these images

~ ~

You walk your path

things go well and it's sunshiny happiness

love and music in the air

And you're bound to find a little bump in the road

 You've had these before

You know how to handle them

But you fight and push and try to conquer

Dramatically you slip into victim mode

"I can't do this!" You wail

Forgetting that all it takes is a matter of perspective

The mere speck on the path is put there to learn from

to make the terrain interesting

to make you stronger

to make you dance, dodge, rest, grow

like a power pellet in a video game

~ ~ ~

And I laughed

Because the Censor's yapping in my brain made it overload

and I fell back upon the wisdom of my Stix

yeah I should probably be worried that my head
can only think in stick figures now
but I'm not

Life is too cool