Inkling

Held in a moment Focus in, think... Where does my mind go Instead I feel it now, reserving judgement Whilst the opposite is true There's a bypass of thought to feel Tension finds it's way to shoulders From unacknowledged fears Because "I'm fine" Just like Everyone who says that And it's true But for thoughts And feelings That trip up Fine days I'm so sorry I'll say I've no idea what that was about Not quite as true There's a inkling Not quite penned