Poetry

Head hurts

thinking about

all the rules.

Figuring out

the puzzles.

Rest seems

like a good idea.

A blanket.

Or a cloak.

Both you can wrap around

and sleep in.

The best is a lovely pet companion

who snuggles with you as you sleep.

I will say I am fine.

My actions will be off.

Ask me if I am alright

and I will nod yes.

Inside, I will be screaming

because I don’t know what to say.

I feel useless.

Not providing any thing of value.

My fears are understood.

Yet, without giving back in more meaningful ways

that society has ingrained into me

I do not feel worthy.

So without monetary payment

I am a leech.

Right?

I have moved in.

All my possessions are here.

His place is now housing my stuff.

What was once streamlined

and clean spaces

are now full of my things.

Plus the cats are helping

by knocking down

some of his mementos.

Things change.

Life moves on.

New routines are established.

But it takes time.

So until then

annoyances are to be identified

and hopefully avoided

or at least

minimalized.

Do you find yourself

harassing someone

over and over again

because they are not doing

what you need them to do?

This is why I have an ex.

Unfortunately, I still have to talk to him

because of the kids.

That is when this ugly habit comes out again…

I know he will disappoint me.

Yet, I still give him chances.

The times are ripe for him to make me a fool

once again.

So why,

why do I let him destroy my faith

so easily?

One day to relax.

Walk meaninglessly

around the house.

Do simple chores

if desired

and watch the cats play.

Or simply go back to bed.

Lounge and recuperate.

A much needed day!

Things change.

Worries happen.

Possibilities arise.

Tension intensifies.

Life continues.

Time never ends.