Banished to a softer place
Where, occasionally, people see your face,
Weak sunlight, glossed in gown of lint
Presupposes blandishment.
Soft light thinly falls in shade
Wherein forgotten promises are made

The weaving web of discontent
In graduated soft lament,
Where glistened tears slide down your face
Dispensing all the grace, displaced,
Dispensing all the hurt, contrived,
Within your carmine lies, derived.

Saturnine, in coiled retreat,
Supine in momentary heat
That thee would do what must be done
Within thy limitations, spun
But lost to all who, sad, perceived
Thy caustic fabrication bleed.

M@Foxglove.Taranaki.NZ
6 February 2025

I hate being so
negative,
especially when there
are so many good things
in my life
and so many more
to come.
My brain is my
biggest bully
and obstacle.

I passed up on
a gratitude journal
at the Goodwill the other day
but now I’m
thinking I should’ve
purchased it instead of
putting it back on the shelf.

I have a boyfriend that cares
about me,
is beyond patient
and kind.
I have a family that
is there every time
I fail, and that’s happened
a lot.
I am about to have a
fresh start with the
opportunity to
make more money
and take care of my health.
My bills are paid,
my house is stacked with
fire wood.
I am relatively healthy
physically,
and moderately attractive.
And spring is coming.
The sun and the birds
and green grass
will remind me that
life isn’t so bad.