They called me out.
I found myself exposed.
My advantages were lost.
So now is the time to face the facts
and change behaviours damaging
to us and to them.
Ask me what I mean
and you will learn the truth for yourself.
No one knows the underlying traumas better than you.
I did not know a lot of them as |I grew up.
The few I saw where in the papers
or from television.
Cartoons on Saturday morning were the main source
of cartoon entertainment.
So comics came into my life late.
The ones I always loved were the women
because even back then
I knew the struggles we had were always going to be
harder
stronger
more meaningful
because of the society we lived in.
Still, I learned to swim like the Man from Atlantis
and tried to spin my way into my costume
like Wonder Woman.
Dizzy now that I the true hero was always me
and my fight for inequality
for me and my children.
I have outgrown my parents
and seek to leave a better world for the future generations.
Give or take
10 thousand years
of course.
Simply the old computer has died.
So in comes the new one
and so does all the backups and passwords
and frustrations when you can not
do the things you used to do.
Click this button and voila!
Nope.
Maybe tomorrow.
If I can maneuver through the technical stuff.
That should take me at least a thousand years or so.
Going or gone.
Broken with crumbs.
Paired alongside
cheese or wine.
Nibblies for the afternoon
or a meal? when given
pickles, olives and cut meats.
The precursor to sliders
and still my favorite.
He waits there crying.
He thinks he wants to go out.
The door is opened
and the world outside is revealed.
So is the crisp cold air.
The temperatures are dropping
but he comes back inside quickly.
Then he heads to the back door
and starts crying there.
He thinks if we open this door
the temperature outside
will be miraculously changed.
He is often disappointed when he discovers it is not.
Still, he waits each morning
crying to go out.
Silly cat.
No.
We have no control over the weather.
Despite what you want us to do.
When you feel uncomfortable
Because of a history shared.
Standing up for yourself
Or for someone else
Makes you feel like falling over.
Fear creeps along the back of your skull
Because unknown reactions
Have been the previous norms.
Still it needs to be done.
So you do it.
Crawling under your blanket
And crying
comes after they are gone.
Lazy weekend
Computer distraction
Errands to run
Procrastination rules
Watch the minutes tick by
An few hours later
bemoaning the inability to motivate
Finish the game first
then feel guilty later.
It starts off slow.
A simple question.
A defiant answer.
Voices rising.
Consequences stated.
Consequences not effective.
Tears and recrimination.
Anger as curses explode.
A door slammed.
Quiet for a moment
while crying is heard behind the door.
What does it take these days to get this child to attend online classes?
That answer is one I do not have.
Too bad I have no liquor to spike my morning coffee with.
I could use a relaxant right now.
The rays filtering through the window pane
look all rosy and warm.
The shine of the light welcomes the morning
as the kitchen starts to bustle.
Looking outside sees the fallen leaves
which are multicoloured spread across the ground.
Wait.
Is that?
It is.
Frost.
Fall has come and looks like it is leaving.
So much for a hoping for another mild autumn day.
Winter has just announced its arrival.
Lost wedding bands,
Engagement rings
or simply cubic zirconia’s.
Gold inlaid
Silver and platinum
or an alloy for the band.
Diamonds
Rubies or Sapphire’s
compete with the emerald for decorations.
I wonder whose ring this is?
I do not even remember where I found it.
All I know is it is not mine since it fits on none of my fingers.
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