Poetry

Needed to make clothing.

Such a simple thing.

Yet why do they irritate

when they are done wrong?

Like the one down my back

which now itches

and I can not reach

in order to scratch.

Simple thoughts flit through

like Heat Wave!

Or Cats equal Cuteness overload.

Fresh salads wanted.

Dry the skin.

Give up following politics.

It is bad for your mental health.

Wait, what?

Look the birds are singing this morning.

Coffee is brewed.

Sip the good life.

Or watch the neighbours!

Is it Sunday

Or did Monday come early.

Friday is usually the being of a rest.

For most people.

Wednesday gets a bad rap

But Tuesday even more so.

Why does Saturday mean so much?

I’m just glad Thursday’s are good days for me.

Until then I will take this day

That I woke up on

And see what adventures await.

It is selfish of me to not want to help.

I bring back the guilt of what I did not do.

Then I realize once again why I left.

Guilt is no longer something I want in my life.

So I’ll think of you and remember why it’s better to be selfish

When my mental state is being traumatized once again

And no guilt will be given to the things left undone.

I have decided I should look into it more

before deciding that I have it.

After all.

I am not a Doctor

or Nurse

or any other medically trained professional.

So maybe my self diagnosis

is

wrong?

After all, I am not my parents

who decide what disease they believe they have

or the crazy ways that they can cure things.

I may never convince them

but at least

I can be healthier myself

and treat the professionals with compassion

not with suspicion.

Comfort zones are comfortable.

Leaving them requires courage.

Taking that initial step is frightening.

Yet inevitably what it does

is actually just expand that comfort zone.

Life can be so funny.

I wend

and wove

and weave

and dance

and stitch together

nonsense

that

mayhaps

makes sense?

It is a work

of typical

silliness

and

in its simplicity

can be

beautiful.

Me!

I run afoul of sunlight.

Rise too soon

and fall back too dizzy to move again.

Soon hunger drives me up

and then coffee is made.

Cats are fed and let outside.

After that it is a blur

and who is to say what happens next.

I don’t know before bed is crawled into.

So live a life and dream for me!

I will seek you in your lair

And when the time comes

I’ll probably still be looking for my mare.

Nourishment

Or junk?

Both feed the soul

and help change our moods.

Ice cream or a dessert

to lift our spirits

while we indulge

is just as important

as the salad

or vegetable side dish

that is yummy in our tummy.

Proteins are needed to supplement

the wonders of our body

and no one

should have to go hungry.

In a perfect world no one would.

Until then

see them as humans

and feed them whenever you can.