Hi Ho It’s Back I Go

Well alas I did not win the $70 million dollar lotto which meant that I had to return to work today. Needless to say winning the lottery is something that would have been a nice bonus.

It was the same type of day as before my holidays but I am much more at peace, much more able to keep a handle on my emotions. In other words I did not let anyone get under my skin. Actually I had a lot of fun showing customers to the items that they were looking for.

I had one customer who laughed and asked me if I knew where everything in the store was. This was after she had asked me where to find something. And I told her that as a kid I loved playing memory games, so the whole store was really just a big memory game for me to play.

All in all it was a good day other than my aching shoulder. It is the same pain that I had last year at the beginning of the year. I have used the Pain Blocker roll on as well as the massager so here is hoping that it is not going to be as bad as last year which took months to get better.

Time for supper which I know is late and I am beginning to give more thought lol to a friend’s suggestion that I might be reincarnated royal. She asked me about it because she felt there was a lot of regality in several of the poems that I have been writing. Steak, rice and veggies leftover from last night.

May 31/22

There is No God

You offer prayers?
You suggest that god’s plan is unknown.
I want to rip your words from your lips.
I want you to feel;
gaping wound
once where my heart lay
now only dust
murderous rage
and hatred.
You offer prayers?
You think those will succor me
night after cold night
when I hear my child call to me?
Voices upon the breeze
whispers of pain cooed in my ear
yet when I turn to look
my child is gone
nevermore to be seen.
You offer me prayers?
You try to wrap your arms around me
I shudder in disgust.
You think your weak platitudes
spouted like the holy bible
are comforting?
Your false idol’s words fall upon deaf ears.
I no longer believe…..
Your prayers.
Your god.
Your anything.
You lie.
And you sir.
And you.
Hang your head in shame.
These deaths?
They fall upon you.
©May 29/22
Picture is my own
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