Poetry

It is good for the soul.

Bitter, yet sweet.

It combines the heavens and hells

and gives them to you to eat.

Pimples be damned

Today I really need this treat.

As a kid

we would watch the horses

as they ambled up to us.

Sometimes it was to watch the cows

as they watched their calves.

Today the fences are metaphorical

and not nearly as interesting to watch from.

It is not always physical.

Sometimes it is being told something you should have known.

Being brought to the realization

that you need to do an extremely difficult action

not just for you but for those around you.

Curling up into a ball is not an option/

When too many things require your attention

and details get lost or blurred

When will you be able to act upon the desired alterations?

Is it a good idea to plot and plan things out?

Depends on if it is a war plan or a bedroom makeover.

The chemical trails that litter the mind

causing pathways to open

when resistance is weak or futile.

Habits that are ingrained

and are found harder to change as time moves on.

Prescriptions help to combat some negative effects

while exercise and good food provide assistance.

Without the mental illness problems of this world

we would be less exciting.

Some might say safer,

but you do not need to be mentally ill

in order to be evil.

When home no longer feels like home.

Does the body follow the mind?

The wandering desire to flee the usual settings

Becomes more intense each day.

Can the soul begin to heal

And where can the medicine be found?

The answer is different for most

And unfortunately for some

It is never found.

Walk away my friend, walk away.

Got to get my camera out.

Darn game!

No, I do not want to play right now!

I want to capture the cuteness.

Good.

The cats are still in position.

Aw, they are adorable.

The spiralling thoughts

finding the point

of overwhelming anxiety.

The desperate helplessness,

the hopelessness,

the despair.

The desire to hide

and never come out again.

The sun doesn’t shine for me.

So why look for the sunshine?

The rains fall

and so does my mood.

My spirit is tired of fighting.

Can I please just go to sleep?

If I wake up…

will I be a better person?

 

When you know you are wrong

Embarrassment makes you want to hide.

Yet if you can find the courage

and tell the wronged party

It is a sign of healing not weakness.

Whatever the consequences

It means you are looking ahead

not behind

and no ones ass looks that good.

We sometimes call her Flo

because she helps with the cycles.

She visits every month

cleaning out the unused linens

and replacing them for the next possible visitor.

Sometimes she can be mean

Harsh with her cruel words

making us cramp up

from the pain she inflicts.

She is not always kind when she cleans.

Still, without her help

the young ones would not arrive

which is why the older you get the less she visits.

She likes the babies.

Today is day where I wish her visit was already over.