I don’t know why And I don’t have to. All to well the day will pass. And before long I will look back Like I looked back last night, At the years that got me here. The awe will find me again, I could be dead, I statistically SHOULD BE, But the blood is runningContinue reading “Morning is Working”
My body still aches Even as they made it home, Even after we had a great visit, The throbbing, dizzy, overwhelming sense of loss Emanating from my core, Fingers, toes, head, Keeps me wondering now, When humanity seeped back through my being.
It still hurts To watch a car pull away Knowing goodbye as only a months-long chasm, If luck should strike. After all these years, A childhood of summer vacations At a chaotic second home-ish. An “Aunt-ing” Amid the loss of self, the sewing together of the new with what was left to scavange. After beingContinue reading “Leaving”
The things I juggle Leave my fingers Bruised & bloody But, As long as I keep them up My neck is safe. The blocks will degrade And I will end up holding A palm full of grit A world. A world I can throw And rearrange. Change.
Stumble out of bed…. Because my body won’t let My clock do its job. Not that my brain is along for the ride. Watch for the cat Watch…. CAAAT!!! “At least you didn’t bat my face today, thanks miss Mercy.” Hello today….
The best thing I did Was to tackle a pile of laundry After surviving a migraine. It was a huge pile, Yaaay me. The heat lingered on my freshly dried clothes And even though it was little, I fell into my bed as though I had climbed a great mountain.
I understand the material, The concepts and way of thinking, the degree of work Isn’t fun, but it is manageable. When I don’t have 48 hour migraines. But that’s not my life. I hate that I sometimes have the thought, “Well, all I have to do is survive 962 more days and do my best.”Continue reading “962 More Days”
I do remember where I was on this day 20 years ago. In my algebra class all we did Was watch TV And as planes ripped the sky The scars of division have only ripped wider with the years
I live-d in a hurricane, And I am a mess maker, The combination is a Entertaining terror, And It’s sometimes impossible To remember the possibilities But I was given a weapon. And I attacked my house. “I CALL UPON THE DEVIL OF DIRT!” I compell you dirt, be gone! And veeeeruuuummmm, *poof* I am powerful