Stationary

It stops. Starts
Like thoughts
Of taking a step back
Which, even the smallest
Is huge for me
And would terrify me
One step closer
To being without
Sat here
I drift away
Thoughts and feelings
Which sting
That moment - that feeling
Doing the right thing
Should make me feel better
But stabs
Feels like it will never pass
Friday feeling
Drifting back to selfish thoughts
Stops. Starts
Not sure if I'll ever learn