Poetry

A big bottle of Bailey’s liqueur.

A giant inflatable balloon.

Someone to pick up my kid from school.

A chance to see a movie star.

Ten more hours of sleep.

Sorry, I am not feeling well.

Despondency and loopiness

sometimes go hand in hand.

Assumptions can be funny.

When you hear the wrong thing.

Seeing a poster or a sign

and having to a moment to properly read it.

The worst though

is when someone interprets

what you said the wrong way

and refuses to correct themselves

after you have explained their mistake.

Sitting, gasping for air.

It doesn’t quit.

It continues and grows.

Subsiding occasionally.

This noise from the inside

makes my outsides quiver.

Take your vitamins.

Stretch those muscles.

Prescribed pills managed.

Write that poem.

Self care routine.

Learn your limits.

Take a pill.

Make it go bye-bye.

Pulses and throbbing.

Eyes want to stay closed.

Cry because I can.

A little tiny seed.

Planted with doubt.

Watered with misinformation.

Encouraged by Worry.

Blossoms into terror.

Break downs result and tantrums thrown.

All from a niggling twinge of negative self consciousness.

Sitting in Emergency

Waiting for the nurse.

My friend moans and winces in pain.

I ask him his name

just to make a joke.

He grimaces at me.

Then because of the hour

and the lack of sleep

I wonder

What is his name?

Rotten eggs.

Squishy tomatoes.

Wilted lettuce.

All make for a sad appetizer

when you try to talk to your guests.

It can be hard sometimes

to say what is on your mind.

You fear a reaction

and don’t trust them to understand.

But the one thing I have learned

is if you say nothing

then they truly will never understand.

My advice is to listen to your gut.

Remember, even experts once knew nothing

before they got the necessary experience

to call themselves experts.

One day, you may be able to join them!