Mixing up whose appointment it is.
Running late
or Simply finding the wrong address.
Spur of the moment decisions.
Or even trying to get one made.
Calendars were made for a reason.
Yet even those don’t always help
when you are staring straight at them!
There is a bird whose song I hear
that I know I know from childhood.
But unlike the chickadee
I am buggered if I remember its name.
Thunder rolls through the sky
After the Lightening Flashes.
Watching the Rainstorm
As it flies full force into your face.
Let the storm enter
Your home so that it can wash away
the mental distractions
That cause you so much pain.
Nature loves you
and sometimes
a storm is exactly what you need.
The morning after
a night filled with rain
usually is pleasant
unless
you have cats in the neighbourhood
and some like to leave
their scents
on your door
as a warning to your cat
that this is their territory.
Then all the rain does is amplify
a smell that you would rather leave in the litter box.
Sleep.
Eyes hurt.
Close eyes.
Sleepy.
So tired.
Why can I not sleep?
Sleepy.
So sleepy.
Close eyes once more.
Is it possible to live a life
without the extra traumas?
The mental states that are caused
by simple diseases
such as depression, excoriation or even PTSD.
When all the focus is on what is wrong
how can things go right?
Someday I hope the answers come
before the next mental breakdown.
I always ask for the bad first
so that the good news
can hopefully cheer me up.
Some days
I don’t get the choice
and the bad is delivered in the middle
of something good.
Like my weekend.
Sigh.
So easy to make.
First one.
Then another.
Soon they tumble together.
Compounded, Multiplied
Growing bigger than you would like.
Stopping the first one
doesn’t mean the second would not happen.
Soon, indecision prevents you from choosing
and the bad decisions just happen.
Default style.
Being open about what happened.
Doing the hard thing when speaking up.
Letting others know what was wrong.
Working towards what is right.
Fighting the harm previously done.
Spending time watching the new world run.
Loving yourself because you deserve it.
Helping those who have no voice.
Changing the perspective of injustice.
Believing the victims and the truth.
Advocating because only you can do it.
Things need to get done.
Dishes washed.
Breakfast eaten.
Children to school.
Getting to work.
Doing the jobs.
Yet all I am doing is surfing the internet.
Tomorrow!
Tomorrow I will be productive.
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