A Poem a Day: a Series – Day 129

Day 129: “For the People”

Resistance is not about the people in power

It’s about the rest of us

Banding together

Finding common ground

Love

Empathy

Positivity

Joy

You don’t get to say, “I’m not political”

Because to exist as a woman, person of color, member of the LGBTQ+ community, someone who is non-binary

Is political

Not by choice

It just is

So let’s join the walk

Not to make a difference in policy at the highest level

Who knows if they’re even listening?

But to create community

And change minds

‘We the People’ and all

A Poem a Day: a Series – Day 127

Day 127: “Stuffed Animals”

“Toy Story”

made me believe in the not-yet-seen

taught me empathy

I thought my stuffed animals were alive

I’d memorize where I left them

Sometimes putting them in crazy positions

Challenging them

To be the same when I returned

I said goodbye to them

Tried to cuddle them all equally

Told them I loved them

I never did catch them moving

Now I know they’re not alive

They can’t move

They don’t speak when I’m not there

But that doesn’t mean they don’t have feelings

So I still say goodbye to them

Try to cuddle them all equally

And tell them I love them

A Poem a Day: a Series – Day 125

Day 125: “Deep Breaths”

I’ve received a lot of reminders

to take deep breaths

From my partner

From the physician’s assistant at the doctor’s office

From my therapist

It’s probably a good idea for me to listen

If you needed this reminder too,

join me in taking a deep breath

Innnnnnnn

Outtttttttttt

There

We’re all better now

A Poem a Day: a Series – Day 122

Day 122: “12 to 12”

I credit a lot of my newfound energy

To “12 to 12” by sombr

When I put it on,

I can’t help but wake up

I somehow become someone who likes doing the dishes

I dance around and groove

I can’t help myself

I think I’ll play it now

It’s 12 to 12 somewhere

A Poem a Day: a Series – Day 121

Day 121: “Cold Hands”

I think I need to start wearing gloves

Every day

All the time

My hands are always cold

When my hands are cold,

My toes are cold

My arms are cold

And my head is cold

When my head is cold,

My shoulders are cold

My lungs are cold

And my heart is cold

All of me

is cold

If my hands are warm,

Maybe all of me could be warm again

I just don’t want to be cold

Any more