…
Feeling so small,
and powerless.
Holding tight to my rowboat,
As the dark ocean waters,
storm both sides.
My matted hair, soaked,
covering my eyes.
I sail alone,
without direction.
Tag: <span>poem</span>
That you were born
and you will die.
That you will sometimes love enough
and sometimes not.
The hanging laundry and the clouds.
A new dog follows me everywhere
he lies under the table
when there is lightning and thunder
he clings on and no one can get him away from here.
…
I made myself breakfast in bed. I added salt and pepper to my eggs and used my toast for a cheese and bacon sandwich. I squeezed a grapefruit into a juice glass. I scraped the ashes from the frying pan and rinsed the butter off the counter. I washed the dishes and folded the towels.
…
‘Twas the night before Christmas and all round my hips
Were Fannie May candies that sneaked past my lips.
Fudge brownies were stored in the freezer with care
In hopes that my thighs would forget they were there.
…
Because it is all right to be in a bad mood there,
slouching along through the underground garage,
riding wordlessly on the elevator with the other customers,
staring at the closed beige doors like a prison wall.
…
Once upon a time there lived
two Latin viruses named
Bacterium and Staphylococcus.
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I hesitated for a long time.
Age is not just a number
it is a roadblock in the mind.
Can’t is the worst word that’s written or spoken;
Doing more harm here than slander and lies;
On it is many a strong spirit broken,
And with it many a good purpose dies.
It springs from the lips of the thoughtless each morning
And robs us of courage we need through the day:
It rings in our ears like a timely-sent warning
And laughs when we falter and fall by the way.
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The thyroid is such a funny thing wrapped inside your neck
I’m strong I’m tough I’m young and bold so thyroid…..what the heck
It won’t stop me from doing well and living life in full
It’s such a tiny little thing who said it had to rule