Fret Not

My hips don’t work
and they don’t know why.
So, he laid hands on me
and prayed.
My hips still hurt
but my heart is calm
and alas, I slept.

Brain Hyperactivity

Between
these four walls
my thoughts echo
and eventually crescendo
shut off the lights
close the windows
suffocate the noise
momentarily.

Options

A depraved world
confronted with
temptations,
closet addictions,
villainous souls
masked as angels
instinctively,
I choose love.

Dead Ends

I woke up this morning
and decided to cut my hair
how amazingly freeing
it is
to let go
of damaged, dead
ends.

My Edible Escape

I learned how to manage
stress at a young age
a strategy that
spilled over into adulthood

driven by nostalgia
accustomed to let downs
obedient to the cravings
addicted to the rush

my pain reliever
even if only temporarily
it never fails or
disappoints.