My Sister, the NP


Entering with support
I saw You and knew you were in pain
Even through your mass
You saw me as otherwise
And my day was made
And I knew You were in pain
Yet, everything else You said to me
was by text messages
Finding a way to give praise
while saving the pain above your heart
Getting as close as I could
at least my presence was your company
You would not be alone
I would be sure of that
Both knowing the Hippa Law,
You had your own
and made sure I knew when to exit
You would not be alone
I would be back when all was done
looking forward to hear the sound
of you saying, “I have to rest”
I prayed You would
and called me instead to hear my praise
of You
You won’t be alone
I promise

The Shadow Knows


Though voiceless,
its outline screams at me
As if with a lowered head,
the sense of sorrow overwhelms me
Why should this being keep company
with a spry teller of make-believe?
A honed talent caused the weeping and
the grinners to seek my blessing
After words, their lives were changed
If only for a moment
But why is truth a necessity 
when peace and harmony calls?
It creeps towards me
and my name melts 
with whatever mortal sin I committed
it reminds me of a childhood friend
who would smile when I was chastised
for being myself
imagining better, softer times
in a welcoming world of bliss
Who will tell my stories when I can’t?
The price we pay for companionship
often comes with a penalty
For maybe the debt was paid too soon

Worry


Contemplating
Demonstrating
Trying
Coping
Doing
Failing
at succeeding
Wondering why
and looking at the sky
You hear voices
because of your choices
telling you things
as if an angel sings
But do they stop
when you’re happy
Or do they wait
’til you’re crappy?
Once they find you
you’re never through
Medication
is their dedication
Keep company
with frustration
A life long friend
true to the end
who’s begging to stay in
as you look to the ground again