Poetry

When you are at the bottom of the stairs

talking to one child

who is in another room

and the child upstairs

thinks you are talking to them.

Having two conversations in one.

I have always struggled

with low self esteem.

I was never pretty enough.

I was too fat.

Or not smart enough.

Growing up in a small town

only made things worse.

My peers did not like me.

My only friends tolerated me.

Then I found someone who liked me.

And they were my friend

despite my oddities.

After years of being shunned

I found this person wanted to hang out with me.

Years have gone by since then.

I still struggle.

I still get severely depressed.

I know people care about me.

Yet, I am still amazed

that they could actually like someone like me.

They are exciting.

Character driven.

I make jokes.

Laughter.

Or sadness.

But all in all

They are just plain fun.

Old people pains.

Driving too slowly.

Complaining about their aches.

Dissatisfied with the youth these days.

Not understanding the new technology.

Telling the “back in my day” stories despite the disinterested listeners.

Looking at the mirror as a liar.

Realizing, your heart may still feel young

But your body is in denial.

There once was a time

I used to live online.

I lived for the raids

and played for days.

Nothing else mattered

not even the family.

To my disgrace

I yelled and paced

when they tried to get affection.

Eventually I realized

my life was more.

A video game

was no way to live your life.

But until then

the money I spent

and the time invested

I had thought

was worth it.

But at the end of the day

the server has gone away

and all I have are memories.

Writing prompt for the day.

His initials were DT.

I named my rabbit after him.

Whenever someone asked what it stood for

I would tell them detention.

I was getting a lot of them at school

at the time…… but, he was cute

and I really liked him.

A branch that snaps.

A bone that breaks.

My mind when it is forced to think.

Oh to be the legendary sea monster of old.

The parts of the whole

that have been torn apart.

Pieces missing

but not lost.

Thoughts of cohesion

force the logic to comply.

Then join together

in a way only the comprehension

looks complete

but is fully unstable.

When you reveal too much –

too soon.

You tell things about yourself

because you think they are funny

or just wanting to talk.

Maybe, just maybe

you should let them talk instead.

When you think you have found Heaven

Only to discover

You heard wrong

and that there is Nothing Better.