Hello to you, and I hope you are well! Things are going pretty OK over here. My husband and I went and got some shrubs yesterday so we could start the process of planting a hedge.

Since I am an eclectic person and don’t like seeing things in a uniform fashion, I decided to get a variety of shrubs, and when it’s done, we will have different colors contrasting with each other. I’m excited! It will take a few years for them to grow, but that’s OK.

Today I will be sharing a poem I wrote about different events I experienced, but in an abstract way. This way, no one will ever know what really happened, but I can get the feelings out and put them where they belong- far away from me!

 I Hate Titles

~I hate subtitles, too~

the walls began to speak
and the fact that it didn’t bother me
should have been troubling

but it wasn’t

dark flashes
swerving like a dance
as the ropes of colors intertwine
with the buzzing of languages together
making it unified
almost like a chant

static

he came toward me
and put that sour candy in my mouth
and now I’m feeling funny

will he slip me another if I get something to drink?

is he following me toward the bannister?

I say I feel sick and hang my head over the railing

he speaks in slow motion
saying grotesque words
I would never say

not that I’m better than anyone

I just don’t like to be rude
if I can help it
and I can help it

sometimes I feel sorry for people
who haven’t any insight into
why they do what they do

they walk the streets
sometimes thinking
only of themselves
forgetting the reason for life
which is, of course, common sense-
to love and be loved

this earth- a playground of people
seeking out connections

it’s hard to escape it
and it’s being tainted
with toxic specks
of murder and heartache

sometimes I can’t help
but give in to the madness
but then I laugh
because I’m so awkward

when I’m looking outside the window

I shame myself for hiding away
I sure miss the birds 

oh, and the squirrels- I named all of them “Henry”; to me- they’re all boys
and the birds are all girls, so it’s even, somehow

someday I’ll look at the sky again in the light
without the glasses, I always use to hide

I call them my superhero glasses
because they give me the strength to go out
when otherwise I could not

another flash crashes over my head
as I turn to see your eyes

feeling the sting of human interaction
as we looked at each other for those few seconds

I tell myself to be more careful next time

they wonder why I fear going outdoors when I’m alone

maybe it’s because internally
I’m still a little girl
but is that OK to say
or will they treat me bad?

just like the therapist said
I should work on calling myself
a woman first

I left and didn’t go back

if I want to be a girl

I don’t have to be a woman

maybe it’s OK just to be who I am
without caring what others think

I’m such a nerd
and it’s OK to
just to be me

~Thanks for reading! Until next time, stay safe, and be blessed!~ 🙂