A Poem a Day: a Series – Day 213

Day 213: “Early Night”

I swore I’d go to bed earlier today

I swear I swore I did

But I got home from work

Had to decompress

And hours later

My pink finger had a dent

from holding my phone

And my thumb was sore

From scrolling

Then I got it back on track

I planned

I cooked

I worked out

Then I had to shower

Get ready for bed

By the time I laid down

To write this poem

It was after 1 am

While definitely not an early night

I guess that’s early in the day

I swear I’ll try again tomorrow

A Poem a Day: a Series – Day 210

Day 210: “Freedom”

They say comparison

makes you feel like shit

Well, that’s not exactly the saying

I’m paraphrasing

I’ve been a bit stuck

And a bit jealous

of what others have accomplished

What freedom they have

Financial

Creative

And otherwise

I’d love to have the freedom to do whatever I want

Be whoever I want

Like truly

Wouldn’t we all?

Why can’t we have that?

What do we have to do to have that?

I’m actually asking

Because, believe me,

I’m trying

A Poem a Day: a Series – Day 207

Day 207: “Subconscious Grief”

Loss

Feels like a fading away

A slipping through my fingers

Lack

Not enough time

Love still to give

I can’t comprehend it

Can’t believe

He’s gone

They’re all gone

It doesn’t make sense

My dreams are full of attempts at changing it

Bringing him back

Actually, he never left

It doesn’t feel fair,

okay

It’s definitely not right

Sometimes I see the beauty in life and death

But more often than not I just feel sad

Mad

Oh so upset

There’s no resolution

Grief is a fickle thing

I guess I’ll just turn out the light

Try to get some sleep

And see if he’ll visit me in my dreams