It was insanely difficult, To do so many things as a child. Showers were a pain in the ass Shoes, I hated shoes, Even though I had weak feet. Walking is a high-intensity workout, As is scratching my damn back, E. T. C. But, So many years later, I spent two years living in aContinue reading “Everything I Hated”
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For the longest time I lost part of myself. And it doesn’t matter why, now. I never thought about getting it back Because I am grateful just to have peace. Grateful for laughter amid a world of stress. Busy flexing my flexibility muscles. And, after a time of mourning, The life I have is enough.Continue reading “Closer”
Shoes on, off to fill a prescription. While waiting, explore the store. Try lugging a beautiful mop, With dubious balance, and one hand. Nearly miss the ride home, Nearly, only nearly. At home the real adventure begins. And my wood floors look mop-nificent now. Mopping my own floor, Brings me the same pride As myContinue reading “Mop-nificent!”
He came in on a hot evening And hugged fully, Despite my “Sweaty-spring-day” stink. We laughed at things only my family would. Dark and downright ridiculous. We are a unit, with patterns of behavior even long apart. If you know the Runny-Bunny brother, You know the Runny-Bunny. And I am proud of that.
The implicit memory of this day, fifteen years ago Glows. What little body I had, was in medical and mental health treatment. My mind, however, was in a dark limbo, half present. The half still there, remembers T.B.’s birthday, And S. “Graduating” back into normality, Or at least, that’s what I thought completing treatment meant,Continue reading “Turns”
I love my cereal. That full flavored morning joy in a purple and white box. And it was hoarded from me when this panic began. I waited, I searched for a replacement, Trying something new every week, And every effort fell flat in my mouth, Month after month after boring month. My hope piqued withContinue reading “Nutty Joy”