Needs, you insolent, little bastards – interfering with my independence, gnawing at these walls Nasty, you are, and heartless – pathetic, infantile, cowardly what part
(Poem inspired by previous post: Choosing Self Love ) A locked door a screaming sister a mother in despair a child rejected, scorned, neglected blames
Have been unearthing the boxes of my subconscious, clearing ill- cast tales, intent on an end goal – restitution at very least, but my sister,
Tried to drop in, visit the past – hoped to resurrect old passions – all that remains are intellectual reserves, in need of costumes to
Funny, this present impulsivity – am alone, overweight, a dreamer self-propelled, looking for a friend who doesn’t see me as last resort not exactly beside
Social invitations sing of acceptance, delightful opportunity to intermingle for the hale, the rehearsed, practiced in the choreography of wardrobe appropriateness disability cringes – NO!