It is on the inside.
You want to rip out your eyeballs
or gouge into the sides of the temple.
Anything to make the pain go away.
Coffee doesn’t help.
Not with this pain.
Painkillers only dull the ache.
Close the eyes and try to sleep?
Child screams and the cat claw at you.
No rest for the head that throbs constantly.
The roads around here
have two versions available.
Ice covered or working through construction.
In the city
my place goes from
too warm
to freezing in a matter of minutes.
This is why I have a linen closet
full of just blankets!
Make a list.
Leave it somewhere.
Look for it.
Make another list.
Lose that one too.
Make one more list.
Pin it up.
Take it down to do something on list.
Put it down somewhere.
Even if I tattooed it onto me
I would probably find a way to lose it.
Or simply find it outdated.
Cute and adorable.
Stubborn and annoying.
She is my child
and I love her dearly.
I just wish
I could super go back to sleep
instead of trying to persuade her to go to school.
Wrapped up in the blankets.
Cuddling from the cold weather.
Can’t wait until we can get home
And take a long shower.
Camping can be fun
But there are obvious limits
To my patience.
I know it should be done.
The sooner the better.
Yet the energy required is so high
I can not bring myself to do it.
And so trouble comes
and I once again go into panic mode
when it is no longer avoidable.
Sometimes I say things
Not knowing how to say
What I want to say.
Learning to find the hidden gem
In my stories
Is a talent my friends have.
I do not mean to be obsequious
But I cannot always gather
My thoughts together to be coherent.
I am glad
I have people in my life
Willing to give me a chance.
Not everyone
Has such hidden gems
In the ones who surround them.
I’m just so tired.
I’m old.
Yet the injustices continue.
Time to get my phone
and call them
asking why my bill is high!
Tired is a problem.
It does make moving more difficult
and unwanted,
Things and errands need to be done.
Yet, I know they will be accomplished.
Just not very quickly.
She comes running as soon as I walk out my door.
I sit down in my chair and she is demanding pets.
Meanwhile my two cats sit watching me
as the neighbour’s feline has her way.
Still, I know they love me and they know I love them.
Just somedays when coffee in hand
the morning comes and I sit outside
All I want is to enjoy this life.
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