Poetry

I just swept the floor.

Are you going to mop it?

Courtesy says don’t track mud into the house.

y\You do it all the time.

Accepting facts

that you have no control over.

Things done

that you second guess afterwards.

Decisions made

where you feel forced into them.

What will the future hold?

A life of caring.

A chance to relax.

The ability to solve problems.

The pole at the curbside.

A new hospital bed.

The deadline has been changed.

I still have the document

with the original date.

The latest one

shows they are tired

of waiting for my reply.

I am being bullied into a decision

that will change my life radically.

Socially awkward.

Either nothing

or everything

is told

when at a party.

On the bus.

Or to family and friends.

The past is behind us.

It drags at our feet.

Looking behind brings pain.

Sometimes bittersweet memories.

Back to the old times.

Forget the experiences.

Doom to repeat!

Wait down the street.

Dance like a boogie beat.

Have fun in the sun

and live like life’s a pun.

Keep it real.

Paris is a deal.

Walk with me.

The rainbow you will see.

All along the train

As you leave the rain.

When it rains

there is no pouring,

it snows!

I know better than to give an inch

for I am already being walked on for the next mile.

I trust.

I am optimistic.

I am gullible.

I want to help

but never know when I can say no!

Distracted by demands.

Other people need stuff.

Immediately!

So my own concerns must wait.

Until, I have no time to do them.

So no must become part of my repertoire.

I have no balance.

I do not know how to be content

getting things done

and then doing self-care.

I feel guilty

ignoring the household chores.

I sit in front of the computer

and scroll videos

or play video games.

I have bursts of shame

where I frantically get things done.

Only to find myself

wasting the next day away.