I am falling Perpetual spirals into the dark I feel my hands grasping As air passes through my fingers Something feels off and I really can't tell If the caution is real Or a phantom of my fear I'm in the land of ghosts and demons Haunted by these oppressive memories It's hard to know what's worse The monsters or the claustrophobia Flowers can't bloom in the darkness and Humans cannot thrive in isolation This place is lifeless, suffocating Only tolerable through inebriation Kindess is but a mask here Trusting no one a necessity Half these people want me dead And a quarter could care less Don't tell me I'm overreacting When even family aim their guns I've made my escape and now I know what growth feels like I've tasted the freshness of freedom Witnessed the miracle of peace It is not like this everywhere So don't try to normalize this hate I found celebration beyond tolerance And I've built my home there This place is a noxious poison and I'm done trying to survive it
From a visit to Wisconsin after moving to Washington state.
When I was growing up in Wisconsin, dairy farms were everywhere. It was always fun visiting my aunt and uncle's dairy farm, even though they put me to work. For many years the only bathroom they had was away from the house! I read an article today about people complaining about smells coming from dairy farms and pig farms. It reminded me when our family would drive the 3 1/2 hours to visit Grandma and Grandpa. Some farms hardly had any bad odor, but others reeked! This was especially horrible to us city kids. "Mom, what's that smell?" my sisters and I would ask every time. We asked Mom because she'd answer us. Dad would only laugh. Good times!
Midwest dairy farms intermittent putrid stench- fun childhood road trips