I am shedding. Very badly. Not sure why I am losing so much hair.
As I am staring at the pile of hair on the bed (really only a few strands) that voice that whispers these thoughts to me said:
Be thankful that it is your own hair. I was afraid I had left some behind as I stood over your sleeping body last night.
***Picture is mine taken August 29/17***
What should I do
when I see you?
For in your embrace I have found
warmth and delight,
a home which I hold onto so tight
for finally can I believe in love.
In sunshine and dance steps
on the flat of the beach
as warm water nibbles at our toes.
In laughter and desire
all rolled into one
as we cuddle before the fire.
Finally,
I can release the darkness
that forever I have carried
and embrace the joy that I have found.
©Jay-lyn Doerksen
September 24/17
Have you ever looked at your arm/vein after having blood taken?
I am a weirdo and I hate when they force me to get a bandaid after blood being taken. I don’t like ripping the bandaid off. Leftover trauma from childhood.
Recently had blood taken, tech did not press bandaid on me after I refused it. I walked along the hallway, holding my arm out to my girl friend.
There was a perfectly round hole. Perfect. I had never seen it before due to the bandaids but now I could.
And it was beautiful.
T has taken an interest in my poetry. While hanging out with Auntie K on Wednesday before his doctor appointment, they created this brilliant piece of work. I however may be a tad biased.
I met a bird named Blue
He took a poo.
And than he flew
And took a poo.
Than Blue knew
He took too many poos.
©T Doerksen
May 29/17
Whatever could he want?
The Mad King screaming your name
from the rooftops.
Whatever could he want?
The Mad King peering in windows
and knocking on doors.
Whatever could he want?
This King who has no realm
only dirty dreams and ashes
bitter tastes all
within his mouth.
©Jay-lyn Doerksen
May 19/17
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