i can’t sleep.
i’ve got a potpourri of opioids.
they make me sleepy but don’t cut the pain.
i never thought walking would be a struggle.
chemo?
a study?
simpson oil?
god?
where are you god?
i wish i knew you better.
so we could talk.
harold is a cuddler.
tonight he gets in bed and kneads my face.
a
little
too
much
claw.
but i let him do it anyway.
Just want you to know I'm reading. Love you.
ReplyDeleteBlessing,thank you for sharing your poetry. I am inspired to share with you some things Jesus says to me often: "It matters not where you are at on your journey, it only matters which direction you're going."
ReplyDeleteMay you find you North Star,your purpose for life, and may it inspire you to through the challenges, moment after moment..
Sending Prayers and Chi
With Love,
Raphael
Peace, calm in the storm, a sense of wonder at each precious breath. These things I pray for you. The path is always beneath your feet. Keep true to love's direction.
ReplyDeleteMe too, I'm reading, and sending love. xoxo
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