I have dreams about my ambitions Dreams that I fail to measure up. I can’t keep up with the work load I pee myself, I don’t show up, until the last week. But I never dream about success or joy. The night is for mistakes, I guess. That leaves the day for victory.
Failure starts it’s morning with cream of wheat,gone cold, with nothing added.Failure is gender-fluida serial hostage taker and sociopathjust like their parents:Fear and Guiltno one would guess how liberal they areand close knit too the three spend their days playing Lifeover. And over. And over. – before lunchhaving justed moved from a Temporal Lobe ghettotoContinue reading “OTD #2”
The oldest memories in the back of my mind Scare me. Do. NOT. Inconvenience. Mom. Do not wake her from a dream, To pee at night. Even at age four, While staying in a camper without a toilet. Her anger is frightening. So scary, The “inconvenience ” feeling Had tunneled deep into the makeup ofContinue reading “Uncomfortable”
What if I don’t measure up? If I get there, and I’m exactly what people think of me on sight, Which is not much. Even though I know that I can do the job. The pressure of the steel ceiling which has yet been broken, Bears on my shoulders and neck. My job is toContinue reading “Insecurities”
As I dance closer to the demarcation line Between the present And change I know I will fail To do myself justice in that near reality, And though I will get back up and March on Believing in nothing better The scars I will bare Will spell out “lesser” In thick rubbery blocks I putContinue reading “I’m Scared”
Who needs horror movies?
As an elementary school kid, I never paid much attention to my difference from other kids. Sure, I have Cerebral Palsy and used a wheelchair most of the time but, I was never treated much differently. As a human my tendency is to remember the negative, (including my tantrum at 5 years old as IContinue reading “The Weirdo Gets Weird(er)”