Every Step of the Way
Let me breathe for you,
inhale whispers of air,
infuse you with tomorrows,
lift weight from your shoulders,
return to you with love
the gifts you have bestowed,
cherish you and make today
worth living so you can go on,
free of the worries and burdens,
bear your pain for you,
lift your sadness of spirit
and struggle alongside you,
filling your life with daisies
and rays of sunshine
so you can brave
what the future brings
with courage and hope,
leaving a legacy of memories
for all those who love you.
Walk firmly into the night
knowing that I am there
every step of the way,
holding your hand.
Hidden Illness
Sometimes it feels like society says
You should be always happy,
Showing your sadness is a
Sign of weakness.
But I know
You are not a burden
People do care about you
You are here for a reason
The world would not be the same
Without you.
Sometimes the seas of it all
Crash down upon you
Sometimes you find yourself
Swallowed beneath the waves
Sometimes the night is as heavy as an anchor
And you cling to your shore
Sometimes everything goes wrong
Sometimes you look at your life and think
"I can't. I quit,"
This is what the hidden illness does
And I'm here to say to everyone and anyone
With these hidden illnesses -
You are important.
You are endless.
Be good to you
And if anyone tells you otherwise,
You tell yourself that people need other people.
And no one else
Can play your part.
Sick
I feel like crap
I feel like shit
But I'm so busy
I can't even knit
I've fallen behind
Haven't knitted a scarf in a while
I'm so sick
It hurts to smile
My throat's sore
My nose hurts
It won't stop running
It just oozes and squirts
I keep coughing
Up comes the phlegm
That's so gross
I can't fall asleep until 3 AM
It pisses me off
That people still try to start shit
Are they that dumb
Can't they see that I'm sick
Terminal
They put me in machines
and tell me it will be okay
but it won't.
I'm stage four.
Terminal.
I've reached the point of
No return.
Day by day I wait
Pointlessly.
There are no miracles
other than the sweet release
of sleep.
Radiated like a bomb
I lay in bed,
head throbbing with meds
to keep me high.
This isn't treatment:
its torture.
There is no therapy:
its useless.
I want to go home;
far,
far
away from here.
I'm...
...feeling tired.
Let me sleep now.
Dieting habits
It's in the air I breathe.
Maybe it's a chemical reaction triggered from the impulses in my brain, that might change the substance of my breathing-feast. I'm choking on frustration, chewing on anguish, fasting on potential.
I'm grubbing down the possible outcomes, my dessert is coated in dark luscious predestination, confirmed. I munch down my conformity and fill up on self sufficency, I need people to like me.
Take that as an invitation to dinner.
Would you like some half-empty cup of air?
Half shaken or stirred?
Hit & Run January 17, 2015
Why do Dr.'s lie!
Why does the accident still hurt so much?
Why do 'ones in authority' keep saying, "It'll get better"
Why has this 'condition' taken away my ability to move, to enjoy life, cease making love
Why has it taken over my mind, thoughts of not caring, not belonging
Why am I allowing this depression to take me down
Why can't I smile like I used to, instead of cry
Why
Why
Why!!!
It has to stop hurting
It has to stop ruling and running my life
Or my life will cease to exist..I will never write or paint
I am special, I can't give in..
The Croaking
Each year it seems I catch the “croak”
The only time my words aren’t spoke
Attempts to keep the germs away
(Wash hands quite often as they say)
Yet still it seems this crud finds me
My course is set most definitely
It starts out rough (just past a cold)
Then runs its course – now growing old
I’m often left with tongue all tied
The many cures have all been tried
The last one left is time spent mute
Clock moving slow – this is no hoot
If one so stymied was not me
This lends itself to comedy
Of errors fraught when one can’t chat
What do you think YOU’D do with that?
Just nod and point and smile and pout
To get your point across no doubt
The things I can’t do weigh on me
And seem to multiply with glee
But I must turn all that aside
My “handicap” I’ll take in stride
And do the things no voice requires
’Til of those too my body tires
I pray you’ll never get this blight
That you’ll stay healthy, strong and right
I’d call with wishes now to stoke
But I CAN’T TALK – I only CROAK!