Poetry

Slim to none.

But

If you get a Fat Chance

things aren’t looking better.

In fact the you have a chance

when the odds are slim.

From the moment I was born

until now

my life has been a series

of frowns.

Joy intermittent, fleeting and gone

what can I do to be free

of this pain

when all I want is to be me!

Do I know who I am?

Within this life of mine?

Am I good?

Or merely divine?

What if I’m bad?

A horrible mean spirit?

That would make me sad.

I wonder…

Perhaps I am neither?

Or both

delightfully strong in pathos

and wonder?

Any which way,

This is my life.

You have grown so tall.

The smiles on your face radiate

the joy of life you have found.

When you frown it upsets me.

Your stubbornness frustrates me.

I love you.

You are my child.

Change to become the one you were always meant to be.

Do not let anyone tell you otherwise

least of all me.

Though I may love you

I do not always understand you,

so be the one who you can love

and I will love you always.

Unsure of your sense of identity

you question who you really are.

The determination that came with a goal

the future seen but not set in stone

is now a mere fantasy

as you wander this dark path alone.

No home to welcome you,

you belong to no one.

The desire to give up is strong

and you know this is a phase

one that will end.

Yet, you are dismissing the real possibilities of life

as they seem so bleak and misty.

What was once a failure

has become the reality you do not long to share.

Know your limits.

If possible listen to your body and follow its advice.

Sometimes we forget to listen

when the energy is not there.

When the deadlines are more important

and only serve to burn you out faster.

Stress leads to illnesses.

Illness leads to complications

and lower quality of life.

Take your sick day.

Get better.

Then go kick some a..

Who’s to say I don’t love you anyways?

What do you mean when I cry?

Did you like the latest remarks?

I’m not sure how to handle this rejection.

Are you going to eat that?!

Why can’t you see I have your interests at heart?

When are you going to be finished?

I an done with being rejected.

How kind of you to remark on my appearance.

Now bugger off and leave me alone!

So these forms need to be filled out.

No. Not in triplicate.

Just your signature here…

here…

and here!

There we go.

Ah I see the name of your first born is….

When your efforts only seem to highlight further problem areas

What can you do?

Clean the new problems

or go drink some coffee

and forget you ever saw that huge dust bunny?

Do this or else!

You’ll get a treat if you do it!

Well, I suppose I get the cookie instead then.

What do you mean you are not ready yet?

Anger is not the solution.

But it is not easy to give in for the aggravations

that one small child can create.

Please, finish up!

We have to go … now!

The littlest cat demands attention.

The morning activities still need to run on time.

Worries and stress continue to build.

Am I unsure if the body is getting sick

or if it is only the responsibilities of the day

throwing off the normal routine.

The desire for sleep is getting overwhelming

but persevere I will.