The times.
When all I am,
is existing.
I have found
those who care for me.
Even when I do not
understand
why.
Transport evolution
Motorized gliders.
Steel ships.
Horseless carriages.
Electronic bikes.
Interactive wheelchairs for the severely disabled.
Now we just need to make everything accessible.
Hope Springs Eternal
I have come to terms
that I will always expect
that things will work out in the end.
Whether I work towards something or not
My problems will resolve themselves
and new ones will appear.
The consequences of my actions
are not always what I want
but I will accept them
despite any peevishness.
DoorMat
Wipe your feet.
Use before entering.
It will be dirty so you can be clean.
So often you can feel like a door mat.
Confrontation is hard for anxious people.
We have been brought up
that everyone else
is more important than we are.
So to remove the door mat
takes courage
as well as setting boundaries
that you never knew
you had the strength for.
Grown Up
Oh, to be a kid.
Running away from responsibilities.
Letting others be in charge.
Finding unexpected joy in little things.
Having adventures no one else can see.
It is harder now, but somedays I can still find that kid.
Sleep
I know I need it.
Eyes should be closed.
Yet, they are still open.
I blink and think.
My thoughts refuse to quiet.
So, I am left wondering,
Will I have another nightmare tonight?
New Techniques
Learning never stops.
Watching others
gives you new ideas
to try and practice.
Classes can be enjoyable
and I want to be a better artist.
New Game
Simple mechanic.
Cards drawn.
Played and used.
Character goals.
Different for each one.
It is fun.
Enjoyment succeeds.
Don’t want to leave a pickle on the floor
Waiting for the therapist to call back.
Need to rebook session due to the powerful cold.
Still need food to survive it.
Simple sandwich made.
Yet, as always a morsel falls out.
This time it was a half eaten pickle.
One might say that was a metaphor for my life.
Operation Nose Drip
The sniffle comes.
The tissue is out of reach.
Moving is difficult.
The skin is already red and patchy
from the previous wipes.
Dread fills up
like your nose as you hope that ignoring it
means it won’t happen.
Then it breaches
and you are forced to take action.
Snuffling and blowing
and wiping
it feels like nothing can correct the problem.
