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.
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.
But then I got sick.
So fuck the world
I’m going back to bed.
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.
Creeping along.
Ants forage.
Caterpillars munch.
The garden blooms.
Flowers spread.
The bees enjoy.
Spring is coming.
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.
Socializing with friends.
Guests at a cafe.
Table top play.
A good night.
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.
Tear the other party down.
Leaders all lie.
They speak as if they know what is best for everyone
When in truth they don’t care about anyone but themselves.
Their policies destroy
Instead of employing smart thinking.
This government is the worst.
Especially when she visits a dictator
And says it was fruitful.
No raise.
No bonus.
More hours to work.
Just a new title
to sound like they value you.
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