(2014)
Rough day Rough night If I could live In my bath Water would never
Long and slender Her every movement Deliberate and graceful Composed as She listens quietly
I can feel it coming Decisions I can’t make Brain starts to freeze Fingers won’t work Sick of this disease
To love reading Writing and words And not be able to Communicate Frustrated
I am stronger Than you think I am I am weaker Than I look
I need to tell you How to survive With our disposition It’s okay to cry Maybe
Apathy and incompetence In healthcare A fax they didn’t send Prescriptions delayed Labs to do again
Would I rather be A younger me? More productive Stronger Would i have to give up
Beautiful legs The right shape and curve Olive color without the green That tans and doesn’t burn Until you see
Love is sincere Sincerely Wanting to connect Love makes you crazy Insanity that makes you fly
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
A joke Lost in Translation You will Never
Her fingernails Natural Long Pointed On fingers
Uh-Oh! Cranky mood Throws a fit Over cereal Cheerios
I wallow in my sadness As it pools up It has not swallowed me Who floats above its surface This surface