Rise

Fatigue gets to me

Ennui holds me back

Unkind words hurt my soul
I shall rise

To be bolder 

Accepting my circumstances 

Choosing friends 

Full of heart

Writing poems 

soothes my soul 

As trusted confidants 

bring me to a better light 

The sun shall rise everyday 

I choose to rise like  

Sunshine 

Waiting

Weeping for a breath of fresh air
Mystical rain on my cheeks
Bones tired wanting rest
Mind swallowed by elusive eyesight
Feet moving unbalanced
Sounds making blank static
My beating heart muffled

Out of touch
Wanting more
Getting less
Waiting patiently

Supposing my ills will transform with relief

The Nation’s Fool

Today is a national holiday
Our nation’s leader
Is not even a Shakespearean fool
Happy Day of Fools
Keep your wits about you.