It adds up over time.
Most of us are not patient enough to wait.
We all want it now!
I am trying to be patient
because I do not feel like I have any real choice.
At least not right now.
Hot Cold
The fever spikes.
Shivers intensify.
Blankets thrown off
Only to be grabbed again.
How many times
Does this temperature yo-yo mean to continue?
Another rise begins.
Despite feeling the freezing atmosphere
It is obvious the fever still holds on.
You know you are doomed
The ballista is wheeled out of the castle.
It takes down only a few of the giants.
When the opposing army
Breaks your front line
You are horrified to see
The giant reach down and pick up your ballista.
As it turns it around and uses it like a crossbow
You know even if you live
Your castle and it’s people are gone.
Too bad this is not just a fantasy story.
Body Malfunction
Sometimes, you do not work right.
Your leg goes numb
and stops supporting you.
Hands tingle and refuse to wake up.
Then your brain clots and you find yourself
only half the person
you used to be.
I was going to do a different poem
But then I got sick.
So fuck the world
I’m going back to bed.
Hiding it better
The fever is there.
Low and hot.
Constantly making me irritated.
But like all moms
stopping is not an option.
You work through
and see if you can get better before the next illness hits.
Reminds me of my autism mask, honestly.
Manage the bud
Creeping along.
Ants forage.
Caterpillars munch.
The garden blooms.
Flowers spread.
The bees enjoy.
Spring is coming.
Under Weight
People get judged
On the weirdest things.
Their clothes.
Their friends.
Their ability to be spoken to
Or for.
Skin colour
Or their weight.
Yet all it really shows
Is how these people
Are under weight in empathy.
Game Night
Socializing with friends.
Guests at a cafe.
Table top play.
A good night.
I have no love for Hate
I encounter it almost daily.
I find myself lost and amazed sometimes
by the strength it takes to deflect it.
Still it grows.
All I can do is love
and hope that those that hate realize what it is doing to them.
Until this happens,
I am willing to be away from the ones that spew it.
If only I knew how.
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