Poetry

Heat overwhelms me.

I feel woozy and feverish.

I crawl inside.

I hide from the sun.

I curl up with the curtains closed.

The fan is on high.

If you need me, don’t expect me to answer.

I will avoid the brightness for as long as I can.

I have my bowl of water next to me

and here I will be for the rest of today.

Anger that builds for days.

Aggression redirected.

The losers wonder why it happened

and the bully sometimes feels sorry.

The spring began

with an intensity.

Wildfires and smoke

clogging up the air.

Today and the week just past

Rain, rain and rain.

Time to take out the trash.

Too bad I can’t find my umbrella.

Little balls of fluff.

Fuzzy and soft.

Great for distracting the cats

when I am trying to type out my poem.

I need to know everything

will be alright.

The breaker going off

because the microwave was running

does not count!

After a two day dislodger

I have found myself at a conundrum.

Who will be the ones to sit and listen

and who are the ones to walk away.

I find myself already knowing the answer.

Still, it is a good exercise to participate in.

No one is immune to emotions

no matter how much they try.

I know what needs to be done.

The list is right in front of me.

I should be getting up and working on the first task.

Yet, inexplicably I find myself staring blankly ahead.

Is this my executive disfunction in action?

I don’t know.

Maybe I should look it up.

Oh hey, cute cat videos!

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.