Hopeful morning light:
I bask in warm reflections
Friend’s kind compassion
For M., dear writing friend
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I'm a middle-aged nobody breathing one day at a time in Ontario, Canada.
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Hopeful morning light:
I bask in warm reflections
Friend’s kind compassion
For M., dear writing friend
Memories of those I hate
Or hated
Still walk into the room some evenings
Looking, somehow, as shocked to see me
As I am angry to see them
…
Many anxious evenings
I want to burn every word I’ve written
…
Over a great bonfire of massive flames
Reaching for the atmosphere
Dreaming of visiting the stars
…
I’m sick of poems
I’m sick of feeling like I’m whining
I’m sick of fear
I’m sick of caring
I’m sick to death of me and all my bullshit
Something’s gotta change
So let’s change
February 20, 2025
Hidden in our thoughts
So much love must remain
Unseen and unheard
Silent confessions
These, too, fated to be lost
Alone in the dark
I curl myself tight
In my recovery bed
Finding comfort here
This tiny, soft space
Like a child’s old blanket
Where I seek healing
Breath so unrelenting
Until the last falls still
One day
It will all
…
Gazing across that river
Watching them on segments of their path
Visible from here
I have to wonder
Do I see them the same?
Call out my name
Shout it across the house to summon me
To the kitchen to cut vegetables with you
Sing it to me at sundown for soothing comfort
As if I myself am the sweet lullaby
…
Voice can’t be found as
Imaginary eyes see
All my unknown faults
(Anxiety is omniscient.)
anything I have. I’m so damn tired.