#spoonie
This today is grey and rainy
and feels painfully like a word
meaning neither yesterday nor tomorrow
And though reason dictates
it will be one soon enough
I think it will be one of the forgettables
remembered only by this paper and these words
(and today, please, today
i need the reassurance that
i will not be the same)
Apr 24, 2020
Apr 24, 2020 at 10:39 AM UTC
Please.
Even here; even now
as I paint a board that may yet end up scrapped
Remind me softly,
Surely,
I am here for more than passing through.
Someday does not exist in some
Tantalizing intangible form.
Even here; even now, it is in the making.
Now, with every beating heart
Conquering every shaking hand
Even here; even now
as I rest while my paint is drying.
Feb 4, 2020
Feb 4, 2020 at 9:45 AM UTC
I am weak
And wobble as I stand
Like a baby bird
A phoenix, perhaps
Rising from the ashes
With a bit too much smoke
Left in its lungs.
The old husk
That shell built over many days
Of spring and rocks,
Gentle grass and balmy river
When it forgot it’s name was phoenix
Has been torn off
Too soon, like a scab
And the new skin underneath
Is tender in its infant stage
Under thin and ashy feathers.
Yes, it lives
Yes, it is rising
But one cannot go
From flames to flight
In an instant.
Let it instead be overnight
And let you, sweet bird
Rest
In the meanwhile.
Jan 6, 2020
Jan 6, 2020 at 1:26 PM UTC
I mourn for the past
I mourn for the me I once knew
Someone carefree
Someone healthy
Going and going without thinking twice
Jumping and leaping without a care
What I would give to dance again
To walk on the beach without being in pain
To climb to new heights without fear of a fall
I miss my old spirit
I miss being a normal teen
I miss achieving the highest and being the best
College
Relationships
Careers
It’s all different now
I had a plan
I miss my plan
I want a plan
But I can only play life by ear
If only
I could jump back into my old body
Crawl back into my old brain
Feel young again
Feel the weight lifted off of my shoulders
Rip the labels off of me and toss them aside
I miss Sophie, the honor roll student
I miss Sophie, the actress
I miss Sophie, the future teacher
I can no longer escape the boundaries
Of Sophie, the sick kid
May 28, 2018
May 28, 2018 at 10:47 PM UTC
I open up the cabinet
Take out the box
Flip the tab
Pour the contents into my hands
Little capsules
Little tablets
Each doing a different job
Controlling my lungs
Regulating my minerals
Making my body functional
One little tablet
Or the lack thereof
Can change my life
I direct my hand towards my mouth
Take a swig of water
And swallow
May 24, 2018
May 24, 2018 at 9:12 PM UTC
Sick.
Cough.
Sneeze.
Groan.
Sick.
My sick is different.
My sick follows me like a dark cloud every second of every day.
My sick stalks me like a lion, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
Sick.
My joints ache as I walk, but I keep walking.
My stomach burns as I eat, but I keep eating.
My insides scream as I smile, but I keep smiling.
Sick.
I keep the sick hidden under a smile.
I accept it as my best friend and worst enemy.
I have learned to be tough so I won’t become my sick.
Sick.
May 22, 2018
May 22, 2018 at 5:51 AM UTC
I see my mirror posted on my wall.
I stop and stare at what I see.
I can't fix the mess in front of me.
Eyes swallowed by darkness and a smile that hides my misery.
I try to fathom how this all came to be..
What happened to me?
A life stolen by illness and disability.
Invisible ones that most of the time, you can't see.
I try to hide behind a strong facade.
Deep down inside, I quit.
I'm tired of playing games.
So I hide my thoughts and push them away.
I stand up tall, and push through the day.
But, When no one's looking, to my knees, I pray..
For. Just. One. Day.
Nov 23, 2015
Nov 23, 2015 at 7:40 PM UTC
What does it say about me, then, that to make life would take mine away?
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 1:53 PM UTC