Poetry

The threat hangs.

Military personnel gather at the border.

One day, we will be invaded.

Everyone ignored the signs.

Except for I.

The days

to be able to soak

and sit enjoying the warm water.

Watching tutorials.

Techniques to try.

Practice and begin.

Results will vary.

All in the eye of the beholder.

Perusing the cards.

Debating the traits.

Suggestions thrown out.

Looking at the characters.

Deciding that the only ones to play

Are the ones where we can enjoy ourselves.

Vacation.

Relaxation.

Work to be done.

Food to be cooked.

Messes to clean.

Things to be packed.

Help is wanted

but nobody thinks I need it.

Cackling

Laughing

Sneering

Grinning

Howling

Being rude

He gives the actual animal

a bad name.

Using words

to say something completely different.

Or exactly the same

as the person who forwarded it to you.

Using your imagination

but building in a twist

so the reader can be shocked.

If it is really well done,

sometimes you even surprise yourself.

Exit only to get food.

To get rid of the waste biproducts.

Vaguely remember other people.

Today is cave day.

Recharge the energy used from the past week.

Hermit shall I be, until tomorrow, at least.

People coming over.

House to be cleaned.

Food to be prepared.

Clothes to be nice.

Social small talk.

Exhaustion afterwards.

Still cleaning up to be done.

I have no joy in this task.

So please do not ask me to host.

One path started.

Obstacles littered in the way.

Trying to get past them.

Learning to overcome them costs much.

Then a single offshoot

becomes the main route

for it tells of why those obstacles were there

and why they should not have been.

So instead of the regular stones and tree branches,

Mud and rain slow down the progress

because society does not see me

past my disabilities,

merely for what value I might offer it

in the standard way.

When I try to argue my value is not there

More dirt is thrown in front of me

and I have to keep moving from the blizzard that was created.