It is unraveling.
Life is difficult.
I yearn to create a strong weave.
Yet, I find myself watching
As the the strands drift away
Out of my reach.
Ragged and torn I cry silently
As my world is ripped further apart.
It is unraveling.
Life is difficult.
I yearn to create a strong weave.
Yet, I find myself watching
As the the strands drift away
Out of my reach.
Ragged and torn I cry silently
As my world is ripped further apart.
The time between each
is what makes them a treat.
The quantity does not matter
though the quality sometimes does.
A treat is whatever makes you happy
for a short time before life comes back
and you have to rejoin the hordes of mayhem.
The self will change.
Physical boundaries are arbitrary.
Goals can be achieved.
Or bypassed.
Good will not always outweigh the bad.
The end is forever in sight.
Walk on my friend.
Replacing an ingredient in the baking recipe.
Using a shoelace as an impromptu belt.
Licking your fingers trying to get the stickiness off.
Should
does not always equate to Could.
Woman or male.
Tasks shared equally
does not mean equality.
It means that those who care to do the jobs
they prefer can do so.
Physically males may be stronger
but that does not mean
Women can not lift anything.
Nor does it mean
a man can not be the caregiver
to the children.
Division of labour
should be just that,
a division that allows for changes
and leeway when the roles are no longer working.
Relationships can be strange
but when you communicate
it can mean the world.
To you or to them.
I don’t wish to be seen.
I would like my name to be known.
Talking to people is hard.
Can I go home now?
Can I gain glory some other way.
Some way that is more comfortable to me?
No, I guess not.
Friends getting married.
I will be there.
I wish them well.
Yet, emotionally I feel displaced,
unattached not all here.
I will watch and cheer them on.
I wonder if my own bitter marriage
is interfering in my ability to be happy.
I am happy for them.
I just don’t want to do it myself,
ever again.
Crocheting or Knitting
this is a must.
Businesses find too many.
Politicians?
Weasels have a better reputation.
This yarn won’t tell it’s tale by itself.
It slows me down.
I can not focus on the task in front of me.
The body aches and I can not soothe it.
My mind races always back to the pain.
Life brings the hammer down again.
Everything is ready.
I have all the things I need for the days work.
If only my body
Did not decide to run a fever….