I should get something to eat.
I need to eat.
I did eat.
I had a sandwich for lunch.
It is almost bedtime.
It is past bedtime.
What did I have for supper?
I should get something to eat.
Unfairy
People see elfin
They see beauty
Stick thin figures
No fat anywhere
Yet I have seen
An elfin beauty
In my friend
Whose voluptuous body
Is unmistakably not thin.
Kind hearted
My friends tell me I am.
I don’t always believe them.
I just like to help people when I can.
It is the times I go past those in need
That makes me doubt myself.
But then I have to remember
I also have to be kind to myself.
I can not help others
If refuse to help myself.
I have done that before
And if not for friends
I would not be here today.
Observant
I notice things.
I see what others miss.
Yes, there are days when I can not find something.
That is usually due to memory
and forgetting what safe place I put it in.
The Virus that Keeps on Giving
We will never be safe.
Never vaccinated enough.
It always changes.
Becomes more resistant.
It’s been four years since it was discovered.
A worldwide pandemic.
Yet, many seem to think
Our days of quarantine are over.
How wrong they sadly are.
Life gets me down
I am an optimist.
Yet, dark thoughts still intrude.
I know that they are malicious.
I should not listen to them.
So I try to act positive
in the hopes I will become more positive.
Though, one of my favorite sayings is
“It will all work out somehow!”
So am I an optimist or a pessimist disguising themselves as one?
You’ve done this to me!
Pushed around.
Panic attacks.
Stress causing me to shut down.
Do you need to do this?
Can I get this done my way
or is your way the only right way?
Either way,
Back Off!
To Blathe
Go through the pockets
Find any loose change.
Revenge for the mostly dead.
A chocolate pill to swallow.
Do you believe me.
It is about true love.
I swear!
Bruises
The wound hurts.
The pain is not pleasant.
But the sight of the purpling skin
as horrible as it looks
means it is healing.
Cat from Hell
I wish it weren’t so.
She terrorizes him
and we can’t figure out her triggers.
Anytime I acknowledge getting hurt
she tears after him, as if he was the one who hurt me.
He is not allowed in certain parts of the house.
She keeps him from enjoying playtime.
Sigh.
