Sometimes it feels good
to let your parts be free.
Hang where they wish
or flap in the breeze.
Though other times
you feel uncomfortable
and that is when
free time is over
and the supports are needed.
Hiding from the Sun
Heat overwhelms me.
I feel woozy and feverish.
I crawl inside.
I hide from the sun.
I curl up with the curtains closed.
The fan is on high.
If you need me, don’t expect me to answer.
I will avoid the brightness for as long as I can.
I have my bowl of water next to me
and here I will be for the rest of today.
Energy Intensity
Anger that builds for days.
Aggression redirected.
The losers wonder why it happened
and the bully sometimes feels sorry.
Cold and Wet
The spring began
with an intensity.
Wildfires and smoke
clogging up the air.
Today and the week just past
Rain, rain and rain.
Time to take out the trash.
Too bad I can’t find my umbrella.
Pom Poms
Little balls of fluff.
Fuzzy and soft.
Great for distracting the cats
when I am trying to type out my poem.
Give me a Sign
I need to know everything
will be alright.
The breaker going off
because the microwave was running
does not count!
True Friends
After a two day dislodger
I have found myself at a conundrum.
Who will be the ones to sit and listen
and who are the ones to walk away.
I find myself already knowing the answer.
Still, it is a good exercise to participate in.
No one is immune to emotions
no matter how much they try.
What am I doing?
I know what needs to be done.
The list is right in front of me.
I should be getting up and working on the first task.
Yet, inexplicably I find myself staring blankly ahead.
Is this my executive disfunction in action?
I don’t know.
Maybe I should look it up.
Oh hey, cute cat videos!
At the Crossroads
When you are at the bottom of the stairs
talking to one child
who is in another room
and the child upstairs
thinks you are talking to them.
Having two conversations in one.
I’m not in love with myself
I have always struggled
with low self esteem.
I was never pretty enough.
I was too fat.
Or not smart enough.
Growing up in a small town
only made things worse.
My peers did not like me.
My only friends tolerated me.
Then I found someone who liked me.
And they were my friend
despite my oddities.
After years of being shunned
I found this person wanted to hang out with me.
Years have gone by since then.
I still struggle.
I still get severely depressed.
I know people care about me.
Yet, I am still amazed
that they could actually like someone like me.
