Winter was short.
Unseasonably so.
Yet, outside the sun shines
and I want green things to grow.
Winter was short.
Unseasonably so.
Yet, outside the sun shines
and I want green things to grow.
Or should I say
out of sleep.
It is not the paw to the face
or the claws trying to get the blanket back.
It is her purrs right next to my ear
that make me smile
and allow her to join me
for cuddles.
Through the parking lot
he came up to me.
Commenting how my glasses
made me look like
someone from that show!
Which show?
My old creepy man alarm did not fully engage
so when he said
I was cute
I took it as a compliment
and walked on.
It is simple to tap into the sad.
Years of experience to draw upon.
Joy and happiness are harder to recall.
Despair seems to have seeped into my soul.
Yet, I fight against it daily.
Constantly changing.
Depends on who I talk to.
Pathways diverge.
Meetings happen.
Mistakes are made.
Laughter sometimes ensues.
What I am worth
is never defined by you.
Why do people like me?
I have never understood this.
Not everyone does
but that is okay with me.
Those that do like me
I am not sure why?
They laugh sometimes at my silly puns.
They smile when I tell them about my day.
I try to listen when they talk.
Sometimes I make them something as a thank you.
I appreciate my friends
because they appreciate me.
Maybe that is why they like me?
A big bottle of Bailey’s liqueur.
A giant inflatable balloon.
Someone to pick up my kid from school.
A chance to see a movie star.
Ten more hours of sleep.
Sorry, I am not feeling well.
Despondency and loopiness
sometimes go hand in hand.
Assumptions can be funny.
When you hear the wrong thing.
Seeing a poster or a sign
and having to a moment to properly read it.
The worst though
is when someone interprets
what you said the wrong way
and refuses to correct themselves
after you have explained their mistake.
What we say
affects those around us.
What happened to me
is reflected in my actions.
I do not know what effect I may have
but can only hope for the best.
Sitting, gasping for air.
It doesn’t quit.
It continues and grows.
Subsiding occasionally.
This noise from the inside
makes my outsides quiver.