Sweetheart

 Just another Magpie Tale...

I see you there.
You who is doing such a good job of blending.
You who moves among them all, but is the only one taking monumental steps.
I see you.
Eating your baloney sandwich in methodical bites, straining against societal norms.
Earning your place one lunch table at a time.
So this is what breaking the glass ceiling sounds like:
Slurping soup and stirring spoons.
No time for small conversation for you.
There are revolutions to be won.
Don't worry, sweetheart,
their eyes may be in their coffee cups,
but they all see you, too

winter whispers

This winter brings

dark days

shadows stretching

despite my chasing them; despair

This winter brings

endless nights

Time slowing

freezing tracks on my face; paralyzation

The return of

My old Foe,

oh metronome of misery--

I hear you ticking

from the other room.

       The prompt of "what is your soul's whisper at this time of year" from Poet's United was a great way for me to put into words how i feel at the beginning of every winter season--anxious and restless.  I suffer from seasonal affective disorder, and winter is the hardest part of the year for me.  This year I am trying to be proactive to continue fighting, moving, when all i want to do is sleep.  Thanks for listening guys.