Day two in review,
I do not hear the alley,
Nor see the sun rise,
Transfixed by the monitor,
My only doorway outside.
Tag: grief
Why is it harder
To put my pen to paper
This year is still cursed
Fuck you year twenty-twenty
I am so done with your shit
What a crazy life
A life filled with such hatred
And yet just outside
A sunset so beautiful
It almost makes me forget
Protesters remain
Past curfew announced early
They fight and scream and
Running now, from people sworn
To protect and serve from? for? who?!
Simple things matter
Uninterrupted silence
Communication
Colored pencils and warm socks
Wait, what was I doing now?
Chemo brain is real
Second guessing every move
Doubting what you said
Or what your thought you had said
Or when you thought you said it.
Out every window
The message rings loud and clear,
“Alone together,”
My eyes go watercolor,
The view is still beautiful.
One by one hair fell
slowly refilling the drain,
This- my new normal,
And just like global warming,
slow but inevitable.
A new injection,
Each day keeps me from sickness.
Small bandages are forming,
Constellations along the-
Equator of my body.
Thursday was harder.
Like a freight train, it hit me-
This was expected.
And I got through it okay,
Tomorrow will be better