Sickness
By Patricia Harris
Though I have no reason
Why I can’t do what I need done,
Today I feel like the sickness
Has won.
On the day
When I have
So much to do…
And I don’t have time
To just be laying down
Struggling through…
That is when my body gives in.
Living
By Patricia Harris
Living,
Unlike dying,
Is a way to
Splash hope
everywhere.
Dying is the end,
No way to start
The attempt again…
Living allows you
To pivot to another
Direction for the
Light to shine on.
Deja Vu
By Patricia Harris
It’s funny that I feel
Like I have been here before
Standing here watching
My life walking out the door.
It’s funny that I feel
Like I said that before,
Goodbye I love you more
Than you can even know…
Is my life stuck on repeat?
An unintentional loop,
Where I stand at the edge
Wondering
If I have anything left to lose?
Memory
By Patricia Harris
It is such a funny thing
That which memory brings,
Sometimes it is just a
Sound, a smell, or a word
That triggers the return…
Other times it is a waterfall
Of sensation washing
Over the overstimulated brain.
Create Better
By Patricia Harris
When you find
The whole world
Is at a downward spiral,
Create Better,
Make it a place
Where hope can thrive,
Make it a place
That feels alive!
And when you feel naught
Except for doubt,
And your mind is
Full of darkness and clouds,
Create Better,
Teaching yourself
To believe that you have
All that you could ever need.
When is the poem
More form than thought?
Complicated rules
To dictate the way that
Words are written on the page.
The poet’s soul
Should not be limited
By the meter and the rhyme.
Writing poetry is
Freely bleeding on the page,
And choosing rules
Part of the time.
Love can still hurt
By Patricia Harris
Just because I love you,
And believe that I do…
That does not mean
Words slung in anger
Will not hurt all the same.
Love is not the salve
That ends all wounds
Nor the fuel that
Launches you
over the moon…
Love can be the tie
That binds if you
Actually want to spend
Trust and time.
*poet’s note: this is the prompt that I usually skip. He does it for every PAD challenge and I don’t normally know what to write. It’s always a Tuesday thing… love or anti love. This time it sparked. So… some of the prompts just hit differently at the right time.
The Birth of a Child
By Patricia Harris
For Mama the birth
Is a major event,
But who is to say
That it’s not a major
event for everyone else?
It is a moment when
The universe celebrates
A definite win.
So, every birthday is
An excellent excuse
For the universe to
Celebrate.
Friendship
By Patricia Harris
I cannot explain how lucky
I feel to have you as my friend.
Sometimes, when the world is closing in
You seem to be able to keep it
From squishing me into my own mind.
You cannot seem to see
The darkness that I feel
Except for when you are
Around to light up my life.
Though luck is a empheral thing,
I am so very grateful for the luck
That to my life you have brung.
Minimum
By Patricia Harris
When is the minimum done,
Not enough to be acknowledged,
Not too much to be a overachievement,
Just a small start to what will be.
And somehow it is all the world
expects of me?
That feels so wrong,
Like I am just skating along.
If I cannot exceed
Even my own expectations
Then what is the reason
Why I should even begin?
Pattimouse 