Author: drachenkreiger

To be grateful

is a hard path to choose

sometimes.

You want to be a better person

but

life’s previous choices

come back to remind you

of the trauma

and pain

and fear

you experienced

and now

even though

you are stronger

it still hurts.

When things are fine

and you realize

what the cards

actually mean.

Does Tarot really work?

Or are the playing cards

merely stacked?

I wonder if the future

will always be so

bleak?

I think my metaphors

are mixed up

and

not so

useful.

It seems counter intuitive

to go into a covered building

when the water outside

is free.

But exercise must be done

and to stay healthy

sacrifices must be made.

So enjoy the water

wherever it may be!

When you can not find

the items you are used to buying

because the store

streamlined its product

is irritating and begs the question

how do I find one

that does have all my favorites

because coffee

is not coffee

without

that

certain

wonderful

creamer!

Please

turn down the music.

The pounding in my head

echoes with each beat

as the rhythm

accentuates the pain

that streams

through the nerves

and gives me spots

in my vision.

If only I had the

ability to mute

the world

somedays.

 

Sign here.

Fill out this section

and date this part

then read over

and determine

what it truly

is asking for

and then continue

until

exhausted

you are done.

Wait,

there’s

one

more

page….

Summer!

No limits

no worries

Free time

and endless fun

Days of boredom

and no routines

Who wouldn’t love this?

Me!

 

When you have to finish what you started.

Nothing else matters

until you get to the end.

Then the bittersweet moment

where you realize you have nothing else to live for

but this,

This

is

Done.

Small things that are irksome

and take up more time than expected.

Where patience is a virtue

rarely seen anymore.

Divert your focus from the annoying delay

and enjoy your surroundings.

Sometimes you can be surprised

by the little charms these inconveniences may cause.

Goobledy-gook streams past the teeth

into the air

and past the sensors

that could possibly have censored it.

Inane phrases

repeated over and over.

When can I stop talking

and feel like I have control over my tongue again.

Maybe I should sleep

and then think on it!