Simple mechanic.
Cards drawn.
Played and used.
Character goals.
Different for each one.
It is fun.
Enjoyment succeeds.
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Don’t want to leave a pickle on the floor
Waiting for the therapist to call back.
Need to rebook session due to the powerful cold.
Still need food to survive it.
Simple sandwich made.
Yet, as always a morsel falls out.
This time it was a half eaten pickle.
One might say that was a metaphor for my life.
Operation Nose Drip
The sniffle comes.
The tissue is out of reach.
Moving is difficult.
The skin is already red and patchy
from the previous wipes.
Dread fills up
like your nose as you hope that ignoring it
means it won’t happen.
Then it breaches
and you are forced to take action.
Snuffling and blowing
and wiping
it feels like nothing can correct the problem.
Lost in the Move
All the excess non-comfortable clothing.
A piece of art I made back in junior high.
Many, many books.
Including the first one in a favorite series.
All? of my lip balms?
Now that the dry weather of winter is coming
(and I am sniffily sick) I want my lip balms!
Sigh, I guess I’ll just have to get more!
With the understanding, once I do, I’ll find the rest of them.
Horizon
Sight line of Earth.
The difference between
where the sky is endless.
Heaven falls away
as the sun roams the view.
In my defense
I have acknowledged the trauma.
My own
and those I gave to others.
I have regrets.
Yet I am finding fewer of them these days.
The confidence needed to survive
has never wavered.
It has merely be side tracked
….
many times.
I do not feel entitled.
Just angry
that the world is not doing what I think it should be.
Politics and religions be damned!
Debtor’s Prison
Today’s world
we see inflation
and poverty
rising up
like an unfathomable phoenix.
Yet, reality
says you must work
if you want to be successful.
So I am wondering
when will I be thrown
into the new world
debtor’s prison?
Sickness Haul
One
by one.
We all
fall
under the
bug.
Household
invaded.
Falling
It is easier
to slide
down
than it is
to crawl upwards.
Most days I can crawl
but these days
I find myself
allowing
the slide
to take place.
Tomorrow.
I hope tomorrow
I have the strength
to stop this slide.
Crawling may just have to wait.
Path
I walk
along
meandering,
shivering in the cold.
Demanding
a wind free day
I wander
instead of heading home.
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