#Portraits
Apathy and incompetence In healthcare A fax they didn’t send Prescriptions delayed Labs to do again
My grandfather told my father when he proposed to my mother on one condition
I’ve known Deep inside All along My value That I matter
Didn’t they know that people cared? That they were loved? Why didn’t someone tell them?
Long and slender Her every movement Deliberate and graceful Composed as She listens quietly
I love to hear poetry read Rather than performed I love to hear each word Appreciated Rather than memorized
Life is good A little luxury A cup of coffee Served with toast Consumed lazily
If I could draw a tree In all it’s complexity Would you be impressed? If I could draw a human face It would be but a trace
I struggle to Keep it together Maxims and mottoes On repeat In my mind
Pragmatic me Doesn’t like this girl You can’t depend on her Too complex to understand She cries at the worst times
I will be Forever in debt To my mother Any gift Would come up short
To love reading Writing and words And not be able to Communicate Frustrated
My parents always say We’re proud of you I am too I got out of bed I used to get so much done
By nature high-strung But I thought I was strong If not physically, emotionally For things to roll off my back Be mature and take the high road
I can feel it coming Decisions I can’t make Brain starts to freeze Fingers won’t work Sick of this disease