I have some kind of symptoms syndrome - a disease disorder
I wake up uneasy after an unrestful night
And i rise onto aching feet,
Supported by bad knees,
And my head pounds in a damaged skull,
My eyes flit and flicker, wrong-sighted,
One lense popped out of my rose-colored glasses.
My stomach growls but it says to wait, or else,
I don’t know who Or Else is,
But i listen
Because I trust my gut even when it’s wrong.
My heart is already tired for the day,
All the spoons are in the sink,
Caked in yesterday’s tired.
I wash them on borrowed energy
And use one to stir my coffee.
About the Creator
Cat Bog
I’m an autistic, lesbian writer with a penchant for short, engaging essays on mental health and neurodiversity, as well as LGBT short stories, and poetry.
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