Poetry

Things look bleak.

Mental health feels weak.

Yet strength does come

and I find myself no longer numb.

Dumb, I know, but true.

You know it needs to be done

yet somehow

it gets delayed

time and time again.

So why is it

that until the deadline looms

that we then rush around in a panic

to get it done?

Blaming ADHD feels like a cop out!

No on

Racecar

Naan

Mom

Pop

Dog god

Saw was

Same

Back

and forward

I think I have?

But…

What if I did not?

Can I really remember?

I think I must have because….

Yet, doubt still niggles at the back of mind.

I guess I have not then?

Or did I?

I need to stop getting distracted.

First I start the kettle.

Then I get everything ready.

Mug in place.

I pour the water in to the filter.

For some reason or other

I wander away

Only to come back to

A full cup of cold coffee.

The weekend.

Relaxing.

Enjoying the company.

Talking and visiting.

Peacefulness.

Happiness with laughter.

Feeling good.

You worry

and do your best

to try to not make mistakes.

Yet, they happen.

The litany inside your head

SCREAMS

idiot

Idiot

ID I OT

IDIOT

You stupid fucking idiot!

Life presents challenges.

Survival being the top one.

Then, given leeway

we what satisfaction, pleasure.

The ability to thrive!

Yet most of the time

I seem simply able to confront the next obstacle

and sometimes overcome it!

Overwhelmed.

Unsure of what to do first.

I need help.

So the first thing willbe.

Ask!

It is easy to run out of money

when you are poor.

Essentials are gone through

very quickly.

What most people don’t realize

is that time is the one thing

we lose the most of.

Because in order to get the money

We have to work more for less.

And so we lose time.