Poetry

Motorized gliders.

Steel ships.

Horseless carriages.

Electronic bikes.

Interactive wheelchairs for the severely disabled.

Now we just need to make everything accessible.

I have come to terms

that I will always expect

that things will work out in the end.

Whether I work towards something or not

My problems will resolve themselves

and new ones will appear.

The consequences of my actions

are not always what I want

but I will accept them

despite any peevishness.

Wipe your feet.

Use before entering.

It will be dirty so you can be clean.

So often you can feel like a door mat.

Confrontation is hard for anxious people.

We have been brought up

that everyone else

is more important than we are.

So to remove the door mat

takes courage

as well as setting boundaries

that you never knew

you had the strength for.

Oh, to be a kid.

Running away from responsibilities.

Letting others be in charge.

Finding unexpected joy in little things.

Having adventures no one else can see.

It is harder now, but somedays I can still find that kid.

I know I need it.

Eyes should be closed.

Yet, they are still open.

I blink and think.

My thoughts refuse to quiet.

So, I am left wondering,

Will I have another nightmare tonight?

Simple mechanic.

Cards drawn.

Played and used.

Character goals.

Different for each one.

It is fun.

Enjoyment succeeds.

Waiting for the therapist to call back.

Need to rebook session due to the powerful cold.

Still need food to survive it.

Simple sandwich made.

Yet, as always a morsel falls out.

This time it was a half eaten pickle.

One might say that was a metaphor for my life.

The sniffle comes.

The tissue is out of reach.

Moving is difficult.

The skin is already red and patchy

from the previous wipes.

Dread fills up

like your nose as you hope that ignoring it

means it won’t happen.

Then it breaches

and you are forced to take action.

Snuffling and blowing

and wiping

it feels like nothing can correct the problem.

Sight line of Earth.

The difference between

where the sky is endless.

Heaven falls away

as the sun roams the view.

I have acknowledged the trauma.

My own

and those I gave to others.

I have regrets.

Yet I am finding fewer of them these days.

The confidence needed to survive

has never wavered.

It has merely be side tracked

….

many times.

I do not feel entitled.

Just angry

that the world is not doing what I think it should be.

Politics and religions be damned!