Poetry

A mistake was made.

You saw it in time.

Beat yourself up

because you were not perfect.

Just know that I forgive you.

Things are wrong.

Love is not enough when the shelter rejects you.

Friends say bad things.

Treason is my nature.

Animals love no matter who hurt them before.

Not trouble.

Broken machines.

Understanding intelligence.

Stubborn calculations.

Huddled together.

Persons of interest.

One limb at a time.

Birds in the hand are worthless.

Get going until you are gone.

Find the way to heaven.

Are you there yet? Or do we need to cycle back?

Shame on you, for flying the kazoo.

Breathe, things get messed up all the time.

My mood goes sour.

I think the worst of myself,

even though I know he tried to not imply it.

A larger woman.

A problem with the mattress.

It could just be the sheets but that doesn’t matter anymore.

It is my weight and that is what’s wrong with the night time routine.

Once for being born.

The second for staying alive.

The third for not dying when they deemed it appropriate.

Some days you just have to be the conversation piece.

Other times be the change.

Looking forward.

One glance backwards.

Time to be pragmatic.

Offense just started.

Next time a path less chosen could be a little more comfortable.

Until then walk on and strive for production values.

Feeling feverish despite not being sick.

Shutting down completely even if the trauma does not happen again.

Being triggered by phrases or noises,

even smells sometimes cause the stress to over load.

Closing off all contact and hoping to be forgotten.

Dreading things that might not happen.

Experiencing panic when a certain subject is alluded to.

Still finding patterns where life is too scary.

Morals are not useful

when there is no clear answer available.

For good.

For evil.

The knowledge is held within you.

Operational time is what you decide to do with the intellect you have.

Elk are scratching the tree.

Blue jays squawk above.

Raccoons stride slowly beside them.

A beaver sits and wonders if he needs it.

The magpie just laughs.