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Hormones are to blame.

So says science.

Not just a “Get a hold of yourself!”

“Stop your crying or I will give you something to really cry about!”

Too bad people are now deciding that science is also not to be trusted.

The never-ending saga.

The reason some people feel the need to hurt others

is a concept I have not always been able to understand.

Especially when it is my child they hurt.

What’s in a name?

Is it cultural?

Familial?

Or simply a whim by the parents?

Whatever you are called

please realize

You are the one who makes that name worthwhile!

Denim work wear.

Made to be comfortable.

Versatile and easy to clean.

A long viable history.

Where one can see the impact made on fashion.

Where else can jeans and a tshirt

be heralded as chic.

How to hide

even when the enemy is colour blind?

Camouflage does not work

because it is based on colours of nature.

Magic only works if the audience

is willing to believe in it.

Someday, my brain will switch on

the light bulb needed

to actually perform the proper social tasks

currently being demanded.

Trying to keep it down.

The emotions and the pain.

The virus causes discomfort

and the fact you can not do anything

does not alleviate the situation.

Instead, you have to hold it all in

and hope you can make it through the day

without getting fired

or puking on someone else.

Nothing I do is worthy.

Reading other people’s poems

tell me mine are not very good.

I can not turn a phrase

as well as those poets.

Yet I still strive to express myself.

Maybe some day

I will find the inner voice

that tells me

You are wonderful and unique.

Today is not that day.

The squeak of the door

Alerts them to our imminent presence.

Coffee in hand

they circle my feet

brushing up against my legs

wanting to be petted.

My cats are no so happy that these felines

have my attention.

Hopefully someday they can be friends.

At least I am friends with the neighbours

who own these friendly felines.

After a good chat

I step back inside and divert my attention to my two poor neglected kitties.

Time was to be at 9:30.

Quote was only a fifth of what you now claim.

Your labour was already included.

The work was guarenteed!

Things that were obviously now lies.

We all want to be seen.

We all want to not be alone.

We all want.

So how do we find out how others feel

When we feel so disconnected?