One
by one.
We all
fall
under the
bug.
Household
invaded.
One
by one.
We all
fall
under the
bug.
Household
invaded.
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.
I walk
along
meandering,
shivering in the cold.
Demanding
a wind free day
I wander
instead of heading home.
Praise for my actions.
Kindness I brought to a friend.
Joy and laughter to a neighbour.
Comfort as I cuddle my cats.
Happiness eating a rare treat.
Why do I think I am not worthy?
Whether I deserve them or not, I earned them.
Learned to live with no regrets.
Not feel guilty for all my past mistakes.
Loved myself for who I am.
Not caring about what others thought of me.
Stop wishing things would miraculously get better if I just ignored it.
Be the person who knows how to keep boundaries.
Told others what was on my mind, instead of seething silently to myself.
Made this list a long time ago.
Why does this affect me.
It is not my country.
Yet, the election was lost
and now fear and dread will reign supreme
for those who have to live under the dictator’s rule.
I am sorry my friends.
Pain and loss maybe all that we will have in common from now on.
The townhomes sit cozily together.
The community boasts a pond and nature walks.
In my dreams would I be able to afford one.
So all I can do now
is dream.
I wake in a fuzzy haze.
My cat’s weight weighs me down.
I don’t want to get up.
Sleep seems way to good to lose right now.
The cold chill air furthers my desire to remain under covers.
My dream slips away and the day rudely makes me greet it.
Looking through the grate
In the carrier,
Into the eyes frightened by this change.
Promising her
She will not be in danger anymore.
I drive away from the farm
Knowing this life is not going to be a coyote’s meal.
What does it mean
when you say
the opposite
of your true intention?
Sarcasm has been
around for millennia.
What a word means
is defined
by the emotion behind it.
That is why sometimes
I have trouble understanding what you said.