I’ve

I’ve Been trying to get up since 7. The little girl abandoned me for cartoons and I was left Finally alone, tears poured down my face. I thought about calling someone texting someone to tell them I feel wasted, used up and discarded like an old tissue. No one wants to receive that call: “Hi.…

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I found this from a long time ago On Fri, Sep 12, 2014 at 7:30 AM Supporting the universe one phone call at a time, Nibor talks to her ailing friend, Htebazile. Htebazile is in tears, again. She is struggling through her perpetual mid life crisis. "To boldly save us from the wolves," Nibor intones…

A Long Story

The Silent Sentinel said, "You've got really bad taste in men!" So that caught me off guard I had to count to ten Tell me something I don't know. Artists and their delusions of passion sex and living in the moment "If I could go back in time and never marry your father I would"…

Drifting

I feel like I have fallen into the fog it is more accurate to say the fog has descended upon me I can hear the waves lapping upon the shore, I look down and see grey mist not my feet nor water My relationship with pain is odd as an 'on the wagon' cutter, I…

I have time

All the time in the early morning crickets are chirping roaring silence Yeah just like that no cars, just nature sounds Yesterday was surreal sitting outside a courtroom holding Girly No one could come to watch her so she came with me us to the hearing We waited outside for the lawyers to talk about…

An Online Family: Loss

I never know what to say I have feelings of a dread when I should feel relief for her No more pain I am selfish to want another conversation another look into her life her perspective, her struggle with mental illness devastating depression There is so much unsaid I'm a day late for her online…

Milk

Spilled milk and vacuum cleaners Cause all manner of distress when the planets are aligned just so

A load

There really is no one there the hours pass and I hear birds cars and trucks on the road no one speaks to me my face scrunches ready to cry. my tear ducts refuse to cooperate. Another dry day of dread and solitude. This from a woman who likes to garden alone should be able…

The Sad Gardener

This dark cloud has me bedridden stomach burning in response to my foul mood. Triggers land like landmines in my head in my house, in my life. Betrayed by someone with an agenda. My lifestyle is offensive. I have upset the mowing community by mowing without gas. These events cause undue harm to my fragile…

Pink Slipped

Sure, I have my support team who deserts me when I need them I am told to surrender myself to the emergency ward to be detained until they decide what to do with me I am shamed for driving myself in for help why should I travel by ambulance when I have a car? I…