The urge doesn’t go away.
Sometimes it is stronger.
Other times barely there.
The withdrawal signs acute.
The hands can twitch uncontrollably.
Otherwise eyes flutter wildly.
Headaches and joint pains.
The desire is for it to end!
But when the fever and chills
strike again and again
The body lies there and cries.
I realize now my mistake.
Eager to not pass up opportunity
I left something undone!
To my regret, my intentions were true
but my actions did not reflect
what my aim was to do.
If only I could take vitamins to make up for this horrible deficiency!
Buy one, get one.
Is it free?
How much did I save?
Seriously?
That’s the price!
Heck, you are giving them away!
What a sale!
Glad to see us both smiling!
Away for a day.
He complains.
He wants attention.
You must love him.
His favorite toy to play with.
The worst…
He won’t eat unless someone else is with him!
Errands to run.
Plans get cancelled.
Ceremonies go smoother than expected.
Traffic is horrible.
Stomachs decide to churn.
Calls need to be made.
This mild fever is annoying.
What else could go wrong?
Right, the power could go out.
The same few refrains
replayed over and over.
Even if I listen to another
this one may
or may not
decide to stay.
Sometimes I get two competing ones
vying for my attention.
Silence, blessed silence
is oh so rare in my head!
Delicious candy.
Temptations galore.
The lure of the chocolate
vying with caramel and sugar.
Potato chips for the salty sensation.
All in my stomach
is its planned destination.
Sorry kid!
White flakes drift down.
It is a cold one this night.
The spider webs are laden with snow.
The children are excited,
as they bundle up under their costumes.
The parents sigh
and look for mittens and scarves.
After all candy waits for everyone.
Disappeared.
Gone without a trace.
All my work.
My beautiful poem.
My promise to myself.
One a day!
All because I was rushed
and wasn’t paying attention.
Now my words
are lost in the ethernet
Forever.
I’m not a genius.
I can’t do cartwheels.
Anymore.
I haven’t done any drawing in ages.
My grades were always mediocre.
I was never good enough
to make the baseball team.
My marriage failed.
My kids are troubled.
I do not wear make-up.
I am not good at anything.
Except maybe trying.
Trying to be a better me.
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