Muffled

Grey overhead
Clouds blanket the sky
No rays shining through
To brighten my way

Lacklustre in my head
And body follows suit
No energetic movements
And sounds are mostly mute

Waiting
For the sun and summer
To come bursting through
Wanting
The warmth and heat
To make me feel brand new

No cycle ride
Can't lift myself enough
To battle the tow paths
Through mud and rough

Rugby season's
Long-since complete
Now there's only me
With whom I have to compete

Maybe
I should be like the blossom
Ready to bloom
Regardless
Of strong wind or rain
And torrential monsoon

May be
I need to stop waiting
Stop hanging about
Perhaps
Give my body motion
And let my voice shout