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It rained last night.

I made a cup of tea.

Sitting on the steps

listening to the city wake up

as I take a sip.

My cat sits beside me.

Some mornings are good.

I hope this one is one of them.

Wrap the cat up like a burrito!

They need a bath!

Nope! Not going to school today!

No I don’t need to take a shower!

Can we make muffins?

What about eggs and bacon for breakfast?

Why does the cat run away from me?

I made the cats a habitat!

Pajama day for school today!

Cheese for Breakfast!

When’s lunch?

It has an ugly head.

Always saying mean things.

Stress and anxiety

are its friends.

None of them are welcome.

Friends can help

but energy must be expended

in order to see them.

The usual fun activities

are no longer fun.

What happens when the sun no longer shines

and the rain soothes no more?

Whining and crying

only serve to irritate others.

Pushing yourself uses up strength.

But right now its all I have left.

I claim I not

and never will be

a good housekeeper.

I am lazy.

I am careless.

I let things slide.

Truth is

I can’t keep up

to everything else

my life throws at me

so my house

is live in

and yet

still livable!

It causes a variety of problems

The least of which is being tired.

Coffee doesn’t work as well.

Exercise gives a boost

if you have time to do it.

Sugar lasts for Five minutes exactly!

The energy loss warps

the rest of your day.

Can I go back to bed now?

I don’t plan on what I want to write.

I let my thoughts go everywhere

and then nowhere.

I don’t know how good

or bad

my writings will be

because I jut let the muse over take me.

My poems are not always about me

but when they are

it hurts opening up about my pain

my stupidity

or my joy.

The irony is

in order to heal

I often hurt in the process.

The energy needed

to perform the simplest of tasks

takes more mental capacity

than I can now afford.

Focusing on the absolute necessary

means all the other chores

fall behind schedule.

Life has given me lemons

but the lemonade

is sour and puckers my face.

Old

Ancient

Memories

Walking

through

the Mirror

of our

Universe

Always wanting to be held

Never lets anyone else be first

Has to be the best at everything

But secretly is insecure

Wants reassurance of being loved

Needs to learn failure is an option

Not a sign of weakness

Confidence is a mask for anger

and the pain of being alone

Happiness is fleeting

but worth it if you lose your loneliness

The rhythms of life

certain things happen

at specific times.

Like waking up at 6am

every morning

because that’s what you have done

every other day

even if you were stupid and

stayed up until 2:30am.

Of course the cats also

help with this rhythm

since they like being fed

at their usual time.