I spent a wonderful week with my nieces and nephews, who I can officially call, and with great affection, my little heebie jeebies. Jodi came through her time away from home beautifully. John was a little tired with only a little red around his eyeballs for the wear. Each child has their own beauty inside and out, and after spending such quality time with all of them... one favorite was not to be found, instead I discovered that they all were. I had a 4-day reprieve from the cage in which I live - trapped in body and circumstance on a daily basis. Now, its back to the same old grind. ... Due to another passive-aggressive maneuver within the caging walls of this house, I retreated to my fish bowl room, and read poetry online. Here's my attempt:
I'm sick and tired, and tired of being sick...
why does God think I can stand even one more lick?
The clock keeps ticking, its heavy on my heart,
from this hateful world I long to depart.
Tears and anger and guilt and dread,
emotions pile up way over my head.
I yearn for the time when my illusions were real,
at that tender age I was able to feel.
Bomb after bomb, emotional pain has exploded,
damage reports show that my heart has unloaded.
I dont see an end to this merciless state,
as I plod slowly circular in this passion-free fate.
I'm sick and tired, and tired of being sick...
will God deny me the favor of even one more kick?
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