Author: drachenkreiger

No raise.

No bonus.

More hours to work.

Just a new title

to sound like they value you.

Cleaning is not fun.

It needs to be done.

Somedays I leave the mess

and wait to see if someone else will do it.

Most of the time I just receive complaints.

Snow melts sooner.

The sun comes out faster.

Spring run off should be months away.

Yet, water is reverting back to liquid

Instead of being solid

And I am alarmed by the powers that be

Who deny our climate is about to die.

Personally I swear at them all

But I know my voice is one of millions they will never hear.

Too many times

weighed down

struggling

frantically grasping

for a life line

only to find the chains

that weigh me down

dragging me further

out of reach

They can fall.

They can be built.

They can form naturally.

Feet may have arches.

Building can incorporate them.

Canyons may develop them.

My eyebrows question your validity.

Core is broken.

Certainty shaken.

Balance not found.

Horizontal challenged.

Asking for help.

The world is less scary.

Gift cards were stolen.

Bank card was hacked.

Credit card was destroyed.

All the cash was used.

Barter is no longer acceptable.

What else can I do for food?

Gathering up all the garbage.

Sifting through the paper for the extra batteries.

Finding one of your missing slippers.

Taking a small break from cleaning the kitchen.

Getting someone (anyone) else to wipe down the bathroom.

Smiling at the memories made.

One more year gone by.

One day a year.

I want me to be put first.

I don’t need to be praised.

I would like to be fussed over,

but reality often checks that.

I am likely to only receive

texts wishing me a Happy Birthday.

Smile at your neighbours.

Greet them as you would a friend.

Talk to your friends

Telling them about how you feel about them.

Connect with your family,

Whether by blood or by choice

And let them see you are alright.