Wednesday, March 27, 2013

Red Flushes


Her chest flushes red.
Is it inactivity?
from holding breath still?

Instead of crying,
rather than punch walls, screaming,
Her chest flushes red.
If I could bottle
courage like I bottle up
in fear I'd be fine
I need a doctor
I'm afraid of telephones
and don't have a car

Monday, March 25, 2013

Real Meaning

"Mom, you're a hero"
I laughed, asking what she meant.
"Mom, you're my hero"

Friday, March 22, 2013

new shute


I'm not a teacher
I used to be a great one
but not anymore

I made notations
of what got my mind off things
what gave me some peace

Its in a garden
working with dirt and flowers
and people and stone

I inquired on time
(maybe its what I needed)
At last I'm hopeful

My life needs to grow
its been dormant for so long
I am SO ready

I was Right!

Personality
quiz told me I need to be
outside and moving

Administration?
Customer Service? Desk job?
Those would be my death

I thought it was weird
Why this makes me feel insane
And there you have it


 
 
Last night she told me
that she didn't miss me now
"not like I see you"

but I have a job
that I leave her for daily
to fend on her own

it ripped my heart out
(but I don't want her to know)
the sore's still bleeding

Image by: Dorryce Rock