Poetry

Everything is ready.

I have all the things I need for the days work.

If only my body

Did not decide to run a fever….

Walk by yourself.

Never accept help.

Even if you stumble

because you did not lift

your foot up high enough

to miss the curb.

There are more appropriate times.

Tell me, what is on your mind.

Just remember,

I have a headache

And may react poorly.

Strike the brain.

Infuriate the mind.

Euphoria when solved.

Frustration before then.

Disappointment if not met.

Not all puzzles are logical.

Chores done.

Tired, exhausted.

Phone call with good news.

Somehow energy has returned.

Life is funny some times.

I share my story.

Painful.

It hurts.

I cannot undo the mistakes I made.

Perhaps you will do better than me.

Getting the date wrong.

Showing up.

Handing in the paintings.

Not supposed to until a month from now.

Well, at least I was early.

Running out of time.

Too many things to do.

Not enough sleep.

Powering through the tasks

would be easy

if I was neurotypical.

Instead I will try to get

as many done as I can.

Hopefully that will be three out of the seven needed.

A queen sized blanket

Draped over a twin bed.

The blanket trails on the floor.

The bonus is the cocoon

You can wrap yourself in

When it gets cold.

The eye of the beholder

Is all anybody can claim.

What one likes

Another dislikes.

One loves

While another hates.

The discrepancy comes

When you are asked to put a price on it.