Poetry

When my mental health

affects the household

I can not drive

or insist on chores being done.

I have no energy

to fulfill important social tasks.

All I can do

is try to make it through the day

and hope tomorrow

will be a better one.

Samdwiches.

Tasty,

gooey,

melty

sandwiches.

Or by itself

Greek style.

On fire!

Once it is popped

Can you make it whole again?

Is it worth it?

Buying a new one

is so much easier.

But in order to fly high

you need to repair the old ones

or learn how to prune them

so the dead weight

does not keep you grounded.

Sometimes it is okay

to do nothing

but chill and hang out

with a friend.

No need to talk.

Or play a game.

Or watch something on TV.

You can just relax,

read a book

or drink tea

in the same room.

Or play separate games on your phones.

I had forgotten how easily you can make me cry.

Because I am afraid someday

you will make me say good-bye.

Your moods that shift and change awry.

I know you are broken

but so am I

and yet I care about you

so before you sigh.

Let me tell you my love

how I care so deep

that in time I hope you emerge

from this hazy sleep

that depression has caused

you to sink under.

The man I know lies deep within

his soul as beautiful as lightening and thunder.

The clouds will be chased away

and someday

the rainbow will fill your eyes.

The storms will never be far away

but listening to them

can be helpful

so I say,

pass this time alone if you must

but please remember

I will come to you,

with no fuss.

Oreo crumb crust.

Layer of Salted Caramel.

Ooey gooey goodness indeed.

Chocolate topped with more salt.

So sweet and filling.

For breakfast?

Why not!

Ride the sugar high

and have fun before crashing!

Delicious fun

Pun-ishable by death.

Roll with the pun-ches

As the Di-ce are lost.

Who said imagination

is wasted on the poets?

Haha, I just did!

Guilt still lingers.

Trying to make up for it.

Apology hopefully accepted.

Yet, did I really make a mistake?

Or is my guilt really true?

I know I said something that angered them.

But isn’t that their problem?

Maybe decades of being guilted

are still making their presence felt.

Which means, I’ll apologize

but it is up to them to realize

I am no longer a pawn.

Getting the shot.

Flu.

Vaccine.

Birth control.

It is not always pleasant.

But what is necessary often is not.

So move the needle forward

and let the record play out

that we all did our part.

I want to contribute.

I want to be functional.

I want to not be seen as a disappointment.

Yet, I am unable to work.

I need time to heal.

I need to care for others before myself.

And so,

I am a leech on society.

Letting them prop me up

until one day

I can hopefully be standing free.

As one of them among the crowds again.