(2014)
Psoriasis
#Psoriasis
My pump Constant companion Of my disease My sensor Resembles a feeding
I cannot apologize For writing what I feel inside If it is hard to read It is harder to live I will understand
Restless As I lay in bed Trying to fall asleep These are my clues I might be low
My body is perfect —ly spotted The white spots I tell myself Are my Bambi spots
A conversation With a true friend Leaves your life richer Maybe with a laugh A smile on your face
Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses
Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect
I am sorry That I cannot be happier I know that I’d be prettier If I smiled If I could smile
Down to earth I am but of dust Dust particles I see floating in the air Carbon molecules
Springtime means Berry pickin’ In warm sun Therapeutic Part of me
Pragmatic me Doesn’t like this girl You can’t depend on her Too complex to understand She cries at the worst times
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
When I think of my mom I think of malt o meal muffins When I think of my dad Memories of a child Chasing us around the circle
How do you describe A man so dramatic? You can recognize him From afar with his hat Always the gentleman
I cannot let you hold my happiness For your hand to caress or to drop It is not healthy It is not safe For your happiness to depend on an… I’m taking it back but no longer r…