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Double hockey sticks.
If my brain could process things better
maybe I wouldn’t be so lethargic.
Or perhaps it is the chocolate bars I devoured last night.
Blog
When you knew you would be disappointed
You hoped for a different outcome.
You prayed that everyone would be smart.
That the decision would be obvious.
Yet, they chose otherwise.
My only hope now
is that I can survive in the chaos that will ensue.
Spare
Back up plans are good to have.
Things sometimes go wrong.
Like you have a second get away car.
Or extra batteries for your night time activities.
But children are never dispensable
and it is a mindset
I truly do not like.
So I will continue to love
and teach my children
all the necessary skills they may need.
Talking
Listening as he expands his story.
Pointing out small details
Or asking him a question to clarify.
It feels so good
Having a conversation.
One where we both are listening
And listened to.
Such a rare interaction these days.
In my opinion
I have nothing to say to you.
You have made up your mind
and nothing I say will change it.
In order for us to have an actual conversation
we both need to try and see the other point of view.
But if one of us decides to argue
just for the sake of arguing,
then I am walking away.
In my opinion I don’t have time for such inanities.
Line of Defense
Never tell an enemy
what protections you have in place.
They will figure them out
eventually,
but until they do
you have a little more time
being safe.
Enemies know how to pierce through
the toughest security measures
no matter how many walls you build.
The worst ones
are those who know how to get through
your emotional ones.
The abuse they wreak
will leave you traumatized
for years.
Coffee Stains
There is a recipe
on how to remove them.
Bleach,
or Scrubbing,
or maybe the lemon juice
and baking soda trick.
But….
I like the coffee stains.
It makes me happy using this one mug.
It shows I like the sentiment around this cup of coffee.
Plus, it means
when the depression hits
I have one less thing
I need to try and force myself to do.
Sorry I am awake
I did not mean to share
My insomnia with you.
But,
Since we are up?
Want to play
A board game with me?
Poem Time
Home time.
Phone time.
Pick up your clothes time.
Rocking time.
Sun time.
Show your face in public time.
Fence time.
Dance time.
Go write your poem time.
Inhalation
A camp fire has nostalgia.
Roasted marshmallows or hot dogs.
More adventurous
perhaps burgers
or even a steak.
The smell of smoke
from wildfires raging
is not the nostalgia
I would wish to remember.
The burning in my lungs
makes my eyes water.
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