Poetry

Today’s world

we see inflation

and poverty

rising up

like an unfathomable phoenix.

Yet, reality

says you must work

if you want to be successful.

So I am wondering

when will I be thrown

into the new world

debtor’s prison?

One

by one.

We all

fall

under the

bug.

Household

invaded.

It is easier

to slide

down

than it is

to crawl upwards.

Most days I can crawl

but these days

I find myself

allowing

the slide

to take place.

Tomorrow.

I hope tomorrow

I have the strength

to stop this slide.

Crawling may just have to wait.

I walk

along

meandering,

shivering in the cold.

Demanding

a wind free day

I wander

instead of heading home.

Praise for my actions.

Kindness I brought to a friend.

Joy and laughter to a neighbour.

Comfort as I cuddle my cats.

Happiness eating a rare treat.

Why do I think I am not worthy?

Whether I deserve them or not, I earned them.

Learned to live with no regrets.

Not feel guilty for all my past mistakes.

Loved myself for who I am.

Not caring about what others thought of me.

Stop wishing things would miraculously get better if I just ignored it.

Be the person who knows how to keep boundaries.

Told others what was on my mind, instead of seething silently to myself.

Made this list a long time ago.

Why does this affect me.

It is not my country.

Yet, the election was lost

and now fear and dread will reign supreme

for those who have to live under the dictator’s rule.

I am sorry my friends.

Pain and loss maybe all that we will have in common from now on.

The townhomes sit cozily together.

The community boasts a pond and nature walks.

In my dreams would I be able to afford one.

So all I can do now

is dream.

What does it mean

when you say

the opposite

of your true intention?

Sarcasm has been

around for millennia.

What a word means

is defined

by the emotion behind it.

That is why sometimes

I have trouble understanding what you said.

Crisp Autumn leaves

scatter the ground.

Cooling soon to be winter

breezes snake through the trees.

Sounds of the fading summer

gently die off in the distance.

One step forward

wearing the comfortable sweaters.

Another step sipping

the hot chocolate or cider.

Whichever is your preference.

Boots encounter a smelly mess

making you realize

you should have walked along the non-dog path.