It has been decades. Time spent doing all I never wanted to. I have been worked to the bone. Know better than to ask for better for it could never happen Trapped by limits I never decided upon. Yet still I dream of a Cinderella moment. *** I dream of a miracle. A switch in…

I am pleased. Glowing. Filled. Floating. Given a state of emotion like a miracle pill. No side effects. *** There are results before me. Conclusions. Blessings. Tangible. The direct outcome of my efforts. Good work. *** Representation of how far I have come. Supported. Overcome. Confident. All the circumstances that might not have happened without…

It is so hard to persist. I have lost track of the amount of time. Following rules that seem specially made for me. Lashed to a log that I have named as Torture. I no longer remember if the ropes exist to hurt or save me. I just pray it never flips over and I…

Words can be as sharp as you need. Fashioned into a point enough to draw blood. Taken along hunting for a chosen target. Polished until it is sure to hit. Closing in until there is nowhere else to go. Leaving the user as a victor in the end. *** Words can also be soft. Isolating…

It feels easier to work sometimes when sick. The plunge already taken. First step already taken for me. Pain already created so what would be a little more? Numbed to pain by existence. Paradoxical, positive, negative reinforcement. *** Funny how much of a difference turning off self preservation makes. The most efficient worker they are.…

Time has passed. Gone with the ticking of the clock. But occasionally, time does not pass fast enough. Hindered not by time itself but what flows with it. Obstacle and trap that is hard to reset once sprung. I am left broken and bruised by the encounter so I wish I had skipped the encounter…

I know where you live. So very close to the edge you inherited. Exactly as near to the familiar as you can stand. How you never chose that place for yourself. A squatter in your own life. I know how you want to run away. *** I know how you live. Preferring that certain corner…

Not everyone has been cliff camping but many have. Living on the edge. Frozen to a particular view of the landscape. Only safety line, a few well placed ropes. If lucky, a few layers of fabric as well. Keeping you from a very long fall few survive. *** It is not deadly to me but…

I have a little guilty pleasure. It comes to pass whenever I encounter a wish ball. Spent dandelion or other plant, as long as it can take flight. Freed from the perch where it grew and thrown to the wild world. The urge takes hold and I must free them. The more seeds, the better.…