I don’t wish to be seen.
I would like my name to be known.
Talking to people is hard.
Can I go home now?
Can I gain glory some other way.
Some way that is more comfortable to me?
No, I guess not.
I don’t wish to be seen.
I would like my name to be known.
Talking to people is hard.
Can I go home now?
Can I gain glory some other way.
Some way that is more comfortable to me?
No, I guess not.
Friends getting married.
I will be there.
I wish them well.
Yet, emotionally I feel displaced,
unattached not all here.
I will watch and cheer them on.
I wonder if my own bitter marriage
is interfering in my ability to be happy.
I am happy for them.
I just don’t want to do it myself,
ever again.
Crocheting or Knitting
this is a must.
Businesses find too many.
Politicians?
Weasels have a better reputation.
This yarn won’t tell it’s tale by itself.
It slows me down.
I can not focus on the task in front of me.
The body aches and I can not soothe it.
My mind races always back to the pain.
Life brings the hammer down again.
Everything is ready.
I have all the things I need for the days work.
If only my body
Did not decide to run a fever….
Walk by yourself.
Never accept help.
Even if you stumble
because you did not lift
your foot up high enough
to miss the curb.
There are more appropriate times.
Tell me, what is on your mind.
Just remember,
I have a headache
And may react poorly.
Strike the brain.
Infuriate the mind.
Euphoria when solved.
Frustration before then.
Disappointment if not met.
Not all puzzles are logical.
Chores done.
Tired, exhausted.
Phone call with good news.
Somehow energy has returned.
Life is funny some times.
I share my story.
Painful.
It hurts.
I cannot undo the mistakes I made.
Perhaps you will do better than me.