Warm sun and cool breeze:
happy-tears polish four eyes,
stars elusive found
(I’m so happy that you’re finding your stars, M.)
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I'm a middle-aged nobody breathing one day at a time in Ontario, Canada.
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Warm sun and cool breeze:
happy-tears polish four eyes,
stars elusive found
(I’m so happy that you’re finding your stars, M.)
Sometimes I think it’s gone and am convinced I’m free, even if I know it’s just for a little while. “I’ve had a good week”, I say to myself, and I say to others, and I’m smiling.
Then there’ll be someone in the know…
Time to try harder now
You stupid little bitch
You tried to push and shove
But you just gave me the itch…
That beast awakens again tonight.
It smells my weakening will, and my confusion.
It smells them, and its appetite is aroused, after fasting for days.
It salivates at the thought of me;
at the thought of tasting me.
Sometimes all I have to do
Is stand firm glaring
Insist upon my place
And it will yield the path…
Notches on skin
Reminiscent of warriors of old…
I hope I’ll have so much more to say;
I mark my victories on my skin. Kind of like the notches that warriors used to etch on their weapons, counting their kills, except these are not representing kills, but suppression. Non-lethal temporary marks for non-lethal temporary victories.
Temporary is the best I can reasonably hope for, but temporary or not, they are still victories and they’re truths that won’t be taken away from me.
Maybe it’s all coming to the fore now?
Fear fear fear…
for now it hunts and for now it haunts….