Is silence golden to you?,
Or does the white static make it your worst nightmare?,
Does grass under your bare feet relax you?,
Or do the little bugs amongst it make your skin crawl?,
Does the sun warm you to the bone?,
Or just cause a blistering peeling sunburn?,
Does music make you dance?,
Or does the beat just break you into sensory system overload?,
Does good ballet make your emotions raw and bring tears to your eyes from the beauty?,
Or does the dancers numerous pirouettes and en points bore you stupid?,
Does your lovers voice bring comfort and security to you?,
Or just sounds like grating nagging you can't endure a minute longer?,
Does the reciept for your food shopping make you have gratitude for not knowing starvation?,
Or does the uprising cost just make you take another valium for the stress of it?,
Does a lock on your front door give you security?
Or does the squeaking noise and thunk sound it makes drive you insane?,
Does anything in this poem make you realise you need to prioritise and appreciate things from a different angle?,
Do you now see the point I'm trying to make?
© Rachel L Kenny