Posted 9/12/2015 4:16 AM (GMT 0)
Feeling like warm dog poo,
At the moment, your own best friend being you.
Watching from the window, the sad world of deceit
Could it be that it's sometimes just hard--To revel in the sweet?
Dear, dear Margaret~Your mind is still alive
From PTSD, you will return ~Despite all this silly jive!
Sry-it is harder still to trust with really bad & putrid poetry! I did pop an ambien in my defense!
Kiss the puppies & try to emulate their pure love.
Sincere & warm hugs & right now the hugs really would be, too (!), as my arms & hands are pumping oddly warm Blood tonite. Like I could put my hand on an ice cube & melt it. It's a welcome feeling, as opposed to Popsicle areas I've had b4. Signs off healing? If so I am sending your way!