Poetry

Snow is melting.

The wind is still chilly.

Sun shines brightly.

A coat worn for half the day.

Puddles to explore.

So why am I on the computer still?

Little things throughout the week.

Then comes the time when more thorough work needs to be done.

Finding the energy comes at a cost.

The results are mostly worth it.

Except things get dirty again the next day.

Sometimes even the next hour.

Flights of fancy

are amusing

as they delight the mind

and senses.

Then with a single word

the problems at hand

come blasting back at you.

I guess I better start supper soon.

Spring apparently needs more time

to think about coming here.

Headache upon arrival

Wake up from tense dream

Laughter unappreciated

Medicine sought and taken

Giggling still heard

No where to run

Try anyways

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Suicidal ideation is thinking about, considering, or planning suicide. It is not a diagnosis, but is a symptom of some mental disorders and can also occur in response to adverse events without the presence of a mental disorder. On suicide risk scales, the range of suicidal ideation varies from fleeting thoughts to detailed planning.

We think we have had them.

Thoughts bordering on the ludicrous.

Yet there are those of us who do this daily.

Trying to tell ourselves we are worthy.

Worthy to be alive.

Worthy to breathe.

Worthy to talk.

Worthy to love.

How many of us realize just how much worth we truly are?

My struggles continue.

I flail miserably.

Yet for some reason

I do not drown.

I wander aimlessly

unable to feel joy.

Can I try to be better?

If I had the strength

what would I really do?

They each have a unique scent.

Curled up on my chest

I put my head down

and breathe.

Their head rests on my shoulder

as their purrs resonate through them

into me.

I can breathe.

Until a strand of fur flies up my nose

and I sneeze.

The angel misspoke.

Things went perpendicular

before going off tangent.

It was not a calculated risk.

More like a division

between the fractions.

The sum of the experience

gave way to the roots squared

and the heavenly being left.

Stress

Anxiety

Worry

Doubt

Insecurity

Fear

Grief

Philosophy kick.

Not a magazine.

Thoughts in words.

Dangerous or benign.

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