Author: drachenkreiger

I have been running out of spoons lately.

I use them.

I can’t find where I left them.

I need to replace them.

But I have no more spoons to do that with.

The main difference is money.

In the city

if you can not afford it

you buy whatever is available

or worse

given to you.

Yet, you hear the stories of people starting a garden

to offset inflation prices.

If I could

I might?

So, instead I will try to eat healthier

but please understand

when I reach for the chips

it might be all I have.

Thoughts empty

Feelings hurt

Direction is less

Common actions slow

Body aching fiercely

Head is somewhere

Don’t confuse me

Today is a hideaway day

Morning Routine is changed.

It used to be

Feed the cats,

get them new water

and then let them outside

so they could get some grass for their digestion.

Now, when the door opens

they look outside

feel the chilled air,

then at me

so I close the door.

Five minutes later,

they want out again.

They seem to think I can control the weather.

Whoever controls the water

That which is needed to live

will control the victory.

Food and other necessities

should they be interrupted

will damage all in the war zone.

Why does it have to happen?

Everyone deserves the chance to live.

I always wondered

why people put up requests

for money

when their situation

is not a tragedy

or some other heart breaking reason.

I guess, they still hope in the kindness of others.

It is good for you,

I remind myself

as I am huffing

and puffing while

carrying the load of laundry upstairs.

I had a dream.

A plan.

An expectancy.

Then I got comfortable.

The yearning was floating around but never addressed.

Now my comfort is being taken away

and I find my desire has been broken.

Dreams are important.

They drive us forward.

Hope and determination to do what needs to be done.

Sometimes it is just as important

to recognize when you need to let a dream go.

Other times they merely change as reality hits.

I feel like breaking.

Pathetic.

A loser.

I want to project victimhood.

Instead, I have friends who show me love.

With their care, I will survive.