I wish I could blame my own choices
because then I wouldn’t feel angry.
Instead my child for the last three nights
has prevented me from sleeping
I have become the zombie parent
and move ever so slowly this morning.
All I wish for is a decent nights sleep
and instead I am sure
Nonsense in
Gobbledy gook out
What is the point
of this poem
I have no time
to think
because I no coffee
intake happening
…
Starting out strong
is usually the first sign of trouble
because one mistake will cause
an avalanche to undermine
whatever achievement
you are seeking.
A steady resolve to strive for the best
is sometimes a better way to go.
Other times look at why you are trying
to change whatever it is
and see that radical changes are not needed.
Simply love and kindness
often do the best work
Out of the corner of your eye
A flickering movement.
That dread you sense when
you pass a darkened doorway.
Waking up to something
slithering across your floor.
The monsters are the ones
who prey upon the weak
such as rapists
and the murderers
The terrible noise
It goes by the house
and all the fur
stands up on the cats
They despise the evil machine
that cleans our walks
and rightly so
it disturbs their peaceful oasis
The pin holding it up
is coming out of the wall.
The dates are all slanted
and I dare not touch it
lest it fall.
So I look at the coming days
and try to imagine them straight
when I all I do
Self congratulatory
Understanding wisdom
and then losing impulse control
Being in the market
and disdaining to buy anything
Nothing is out of bounds
Chapped lips
hands that crack
Moisture is no where
to be found
on these
cold, cold days
Even with the snow
on the ground
your face will freeze
and crack
before it melts
because the snow
feels like
When you can not do the things you wish you could
Where everything seems so overwhelming
When every little problem gets blown up
to twice its normal size
And all you want to do is curl up into a small ball
huddled under a blanket
and cry until the new year begins
Except the problems won’t go away
and you are forced to fight the sense of loss
until you can breathe again
and hopefully find a crack of light
coming from underneath an edge of the blanket
Also that it is warm
They may be faded
Some may have holes
A stitch or a tear
here or there
A little worn through
but still loved
because of the comfort
they once gave
