Poetry

Is it assault

if I am cutting myself?

Is it cannibalism

if I eat my own flesh?

Is it murder

if they asked me to kill them?

Am I alive

if I have died in spirit?

Does God truly exist

if bad things continue to happen?

If so,

can I get a refund?

Scurry here.

Wave your wand there.

Try to get all the things done.

Move faster than light

and you still have no time.

Things must be ready.

Ready for what?

For life!

To be conscious and awake!

To be able to breathe!

Love the ones you call family!

Be a friend to others!

To be yourself and like it!

If only I had enough time!

When the sadness spirals further down

and you can not tell the difference

between a good day and a bad day

it is a sign you need help.

The guilt that comes from needing help

may prevent you from seeking it.

That is when you need intervention

and hope you have a good friend

who will rally to your side.

Otherwise, the sadness will be for you

and because of you

as we attend our funeral.

Waiting on bated breath

for the life altering news.

What will my destiny

after this decision?

Who will be in charge of my fate?

Am I still my own master?

I tread the halls nervously

waiting not knowing who I will be next.

Fret, fret and pace the hall.

What to do if it should fall?

Where will I go if I can not pay?

Who will help me when they come to call?

Too many worries scramble my brain.

The day will come but today is not that day.

Plan for the future but do not stress about the change.

Change will come and you will survive anyway.

The morning is complete with breakfast.

Coffee to enjoy, or juice if you please,

but food is all essential to get you moving.

Eggs, scrambled or over easy help with the protein punch.

Cheese and meat give you energy.

The traditional start for some is simply divine

toast with the jam of the season.

Today there is no jam.

It hides always waiting.

It does not strike fast

unless it feels confident

that all your precautions are depleted.

Sometimes it sees the crack in your armor

and moves without sound

sliding between the defenses

meant to keep it out.

The problem is in thinking

that the monster is outside of you.

In trying to keep it from entering you again.

You see the monster depression

once it enters,

it never leaves

and you will battle it

for the rest of your life.

 

The lanes are all clogged

with dizzying amounts of spectators.

They watch others pass by while moving along themselves.

No one seems to notice the discrepancies.

Wistful longing for a different lane

only leads to disappointment.

Yet no one realizes their lanes are interchangeable.

Even if only for a second.

When something goes missing

you finally realize how much you love it.

Let it go long enough

and you  will find yourself needing it less and less.

Unless it is the Internet

then the kids scream bloody murder

until it is returned full force!

 

The night before was exciting.

This morning all I want to do is sleep.

Instead the world insists on giving me more chores.

Life goes on and so do I.

Hopefully someday soon I will get a rest.

Until then I will continue on living

And doing the things needed to be done.