A big bottle of Bailey’s liqueur.
A giant inflatable balloon.
Someone to pick up my kid from school.
A chance to see a movie star.
Ten more hours of sleep.
Sorry, I am not feeling well.
Despondency and loopiness
sometimes go hand in hand.
A big bottle of Bailey’s liqueur.
A giant inflatable balloon.
Someone to pick up my kid from school.
A chance to see a movie star.
Ten more hours of sleep.
Sorry, I am not feeling well.
Despondency and loopiness
sometimes go hand in hand.
Assumptions can be funny.
When you hear the wrong thing.
Seeing a poster or a sign
and having to a moment to properly read it.
The worst though
is when someone interprets
what you said the wrong way
and refuses to correct themselves
after you have explained their mistake.
What we say
affects those around us.
What happened to me
is reflected in my actions.
I do not know what effect I may have
but can only hope for the best.
Sitting, gasping for air.
It doesn’t quit.
It continues and grows.
Subsiding occasionally.
This noise from the inside
makes my outsides quiver.
Take your vitamins.
Stretch those muscles.
Prescribed pills managed.
Write that poem.
Self care routine.
Learn your limits.
Take a pill.
Make it go bye-bye.
Pulses and throbbing.
Eyes want to stay closed.
Cry because I can.
Feathered friends.
Swampy crawlies.
Tall reeds.
Marsh smells.
Biodiversity.
Nature at its finest.
Though what is a watershed?
Do you keep a shed full of water?
A little tiny seed.
Planted with doubt.
Watered with misinformation.
Encouraged by Worry.
Blossoms into terror.
Break downs result and tantrums thrown.
All from a niggling twinge of negative self consciousness.
Sitting in Emergency
Waiting for the nurse.
My friend moans and winces in pain.
I ask him his name
just to make a joke.
He grimaces at me.
Then because of the hour
and the lack of sleep
I wonder
What is his name?
Rotten eggs.
Squishy tomatoes.
Wilted lettuce.
All make for a sad appetizer
when you try to talk to your guests.