Sigh…a poem

I am tired of feeling bad
Feeling bad makes me feel sad
I am back to not being able to eat
Which makes me feel nothing but defeat

I try so hard to be healthy and strong
But the chemo recovery is now taking so long
I get a few good hours a day and then crash
Which would be okay if I was fast like the Flash

I need a dog walker, a cleaner and a cook
oh never mind with food I can only look
I have plans and schemes
but need a handy person to fulfill my dreams

At least my nails are cute and on point
My fashion game though would disappoint
I’ve also learned to make toys and socks
and my streaming knowledge definitely rocks

Okay I guess I’m done with this poetic whine
I mean really I”m actually doing fine
I ‘ve got food, shelter and love
and if needed I could knit a glove

Go on about your lives
Maybe I’ll watch all the Olympic dives
Tomorrow will be fine
I have drawn a line.

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