Poetry

Late night

Sleeping in

Watching videos

Ignoring the clock

Forgetting appointments

Getting little sleep

Napping

Trying a new recipe

Forgetting a step

Allowing yourself to laugh

Some decisions are better than others

But some are just pure fun

Truth be told

Our imagination take hold

More than we like to admit.

When things go well

We imagine the best possible outcome.

So what happens

When the screen goes dark

Is left entirely up to us!

It feels good to have friends

Who watch your back.

They feel outrage

At the situations happening

That even they have no control over

On your behalf.

This is still a marvel

That should never be

Taken for granted.

Yet some days

We forget

Or for granted we do.

Money rules this day and age.

It always has.

Barter is not common enough to replace it.

So working is the only answer.

Have someone give you money

for the services you provide.

Yet what happens when the only thing left

of the amount you received

is not even enough

for a stick of gum?

It could be chilly weather

It really blows

Getting to see my best friend

Ends some of my woes.

A bright spot

in this week of turmoil

A friendly face

is what I call the perfect foil.

Life is hard

Cold, bitter and dark.

It is people who care

that make their mark.

This is a shoutout

to the ones who keep us sane.

For without their support

We would never be the same.

Working.

Striving to be better.

Thinking things might be okay.

Only to have it all pulled out from under me.

Questions burn.

The struggle is to not let the Depression win.

Do something.

Anything that will allow me to not fall.

Failure to due so may result in a catastrophic loss.

One that I have been teetering on for years.

The week looks promising.

Potential is limitless.

Responsibilities demand attention.

Chances are.

Opportunities come.

Setbacks occur.

Fresh signs pop up.

Time may not be on our side

but life will always continue on.

Regrets

Contentment

Either can happen

As your eyes try to open

Before your mouth is ready to speak.

Stay in bed awhile longer

Or go make that wonderful coffee?

If it’s up to my cats

Sleeping in is no longer an option.

Soft footsteps of the elephant’s cement shoes.

Foreboding fills the air.

Going downstairs to escape is not an option.

Take a deep breath and just breathe.

The terror child comes down the stairs.

I greet her and smile as she tells me she is hungry.

My brain rewires itself and I have to remind myself

She is not a terror.

My brain is playing tricks on me again.

I’m not even shopping

yet the ADs still find me.

A simple game or video to watch

and boom, they pop up.

I could always pay to make them go away

but that is even worse.

All the money that would go to the items I could have purchased

now go to them anyways without even getting anything in return.

Oh you sneaky sneaky internet commercials.

I hate you!