Author: Pondering Red
wow... what a bunch of weeks
like bunches of grapes, some sour,some..oh, so momentarily sweet and enjoyable,
yet, the hurt is evident
many things have happened
i was not the only bad girl
baba yiggy, you call me when i am tempermental to you,
when i irritate you,
when i am not to your liking.
so..she came and went
with a 40 ouncer of vodka
and a trail of damage,
a path of catching up up to 17 years of being a good girl
blowing everyones noses
blowing my mind
with service work and volunteering for apple and cherry picking.
it's all the same, you know
organized burn -out happens
i washed the floors on my hands and knees with a clean sponge
every day of every single week
i sang for so long
wispy melodic tunes.full of a lingering haunting sadness
i blended in like home made cake mix
with so many people
and so, my dear,
you sleep..passed out..dreaming past episodes mixed with a surreal feel
are you as disturbed when that euphoria turns with a wicked vengeneance and
captures me and you,
gives us multiple personalities that i don't much like ??
oh ,well my dear
i am slowly getting back to where ?
to visualiing land with bunches of trees and some really huge ones
land which soothes my body
the elements are kind today
the wind blows me reassurance and coolness
darkness is coming to blanket these past couple of weeks
baba yiggy has come and gone !
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