I wrote some poetry over the weekend and trained a new caregiver
Added 2023-02-13 03:51:52 +0000 UTCI used to stand in the river where the pyrite glistened like gold
California girl with unwashed mane
Tangled in the sun.
Careless with all the love I got to hold
Never paying heed to anyone.
Trauma blocks the neural pathways leading me
Back to that afternoon, daughter of July
I'm paralyzed fighting to remember you
And the sound of the water and the kind unclouded Sky.
I'm a fire sign better suited to the air that fans my flames
You're the water and you always put me out
But if I listened to your words I wouldn't be caught up in the waves
I wouldn't have taken such a shadowy route.
But then I wonder, was it Love at all?
You said you'd catch me, until the fateful fall
And when I was literally gasping for air to breathe
You had to go and get remarried.
I don't blame you, I'm not the girl I was
Although my heart still disregards sweet words
From men who claim it's golden at my feet
I'll care for you, I'll make you feel all right
Just looks to me like glistening pyrite.
If miracles could happen
I would rise
You wouldn't even notice I had been paralyzed
I would wade out into the Emerald Pool's
And treasure the gift I know I'll never lose
Not you, or him, or anybody else
Just me and my fools Gold
Me and myself
