And that brings another month to
a satisfactory conclusion, (aside
from the collection near the end
where things got morose,
though I think
I am still a little unwell,
dealing with the low esteem
and low opinions,
which carries across into the work,
so I guess
in a way,
these pomes are a good outlet for
gauging how
I am dealing
with the stresses of being alive
in a world
that makes very little
sense to me,
though
I do have
the greatest support structure ever
and I want her to know this
each and every day
that I wake
and she is there,
not to mention the streaming,
with the funniest,
loveliest people I know,
gosh,
I am a blessed sort,
where was I?
Oh yes)
next up, April.