Posted in Poetry


I want to be out there working
Not sitting here like I am shirking
Dysfunctional mind, body and soul
I no longer have a societal role

The old refrain “I want my life back”
Heck, any life to feel on track
Where has it all gone?
Motivation, strength & wisdom

Hubby believes this is it
That all I can do is sit
Is he right? Is this it for me?
Am I no longer user friendly?

I am so tired of nothing
Like I am just lingering
I no longer live in this life
I am nothing but pain & strife

Tell me is this the end?
Am I no longer society’s friend?
Sad, sick, in pain and lonely
Just another old throw away crony



I was 46 years old when I begun this blog, female and married with a house full of cats (7). My past is littered with the impact of events that happened when I was a teen. Two loves of my life have been nursing and studying. I just completed my Master of Arts: Media Studies endorsement. My blog will be about the things I think about, that might be better served being written rather than squirreled away in my mind festering. It is the meanderings of my mind as I seek to define myself and my world.

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