to distract me

This poem just sort of fell onto the page. I got on here to distract myself from the  disgusting way my stomach feels tonight. I thought Mick & I might go out for breakfast tomorrow, however I may be just stuck on the brat diet. Lovely. I don't need to feel Mildly fantastic tomorrow... better than this would be quite nice though. Well, I believe I'm going to be donning my "tech support" hat here in a few. Mick needs help with pictures. Then I'll hopefully sleep my way to feeling better.

 

Don't feel good

I lie awake

on the floor

feeling beneath it somehow

yet this feeling
isn't true

I'm in a much better place

than this

even if

my stomach

doesn't agree

so glad
that I'm no longer living

in the dark corners

poisoned

by lies I was told

by actions

that break down

who you could be

to keep you from getting there

I won't be kept

from

who I was meant to be
by b.e. noll