Things got done.
Phone calls made.
Appointments kept.
Friends visited.
The only thing better
would be a completely cleaned house.
For now, the fully changed cat litter
will have to be a major accomplishment.
Next week?
We will see what life gives us.
Consistency!
Normalcy!
Expectations!
Failure!
Oh this weather!
Times are tough.
Very hard to socialize.
Friends are fewer.
Meetings are longer.
Seasons are changing.
Seeing a pal requires safety measures.
And then some.
Picking up the phone
to make that Important call.
The world closes in
and goes dark
as the fear and anxiety
begin to take hold.
Choosing a decision
to postpone the inevitable
makes that decision
even more stressful.
Asking for help
the hardest thing of all.
When is it okay to let pride
stand in your way
and when is it
going to make your life hell?
Nothing seems real anymore
yet nothing can change the way things are.
Still people fight on.
Take a moment
and see the world
once again
through eyes that see you
and all the struggles you endure.
You are still here.
I love you!
Remember the fallen.
Take heed of their acts of valour.
Use the strength they lost to continue the fight.
For us, not them, for they are gone.
We must forgive the sins they endured
In order for us to live.
Forgiveness can be hard
but hatred is deadly.
Mouth sounds
That occasionally burst into songs.
Catch phrases
Used over and over and over and over….
Head tilts
Which pose inquisitiveness.
Rubbing your face
Or scratching or itching unconsciously.
Forming judgements
Without any basic information or facts.
Annoying or sweet
We should do one another a favour.
Learn the quirks
Or change your habits.
Spring.
That time of year
when things are renewed
by losing the old.
The winter fur
comes off
at surprising rates.
But when I am eating
and its a hair I find,
why is it mine?
The patron.
A donor.
The cause behind the actions.
For good or ill.
Who’s your Daddy?
Can you enable yourself?
I want to live my life
as a true human being.
Flawed yet perfectly attuned to nature.
I want to be a fellow astronaut
and fly away to the moons surrounding us,
As galaxies swing us around in unison.
I want to be a writer
of love and fantasy and hope.
To drown myself in the world created by me.
I want to be a parent
who makes no mistakes.
Instead I will try to learn from the ones I do make.
I want to be me.
That’s all I have ever wanted to be.
Am I an optimist?
A pessimist?
A happy go-lucky person?
Or a lemon sucking sourpuss?
Creative?
Logical?
Productive?
Procrastinator?
Or simply a flawed human being
who hurts too much to see past her nose?
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