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.
A sign of politicians
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.
Adding a title
No raise.
No bonus.
More hours to work.
Just a new title
to sound like they value you.
The Mess
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.
