NaPoWriMo#14

The ache
is constant
my eyes
lose focus
the knot in my neck
continues to throb
nausea
rises
muscles ache
relief seems beyond reach.

NaPoWriMo#13

rain sounds on the roof
like a 4 year old
at her first tap lesson.
eases to a slow typist
on an old Hermes.
almost peters out.
then roars back to life
as a drum solo
of massive proportion.
it's only autumn,
what has winter to bring?

NaPoWriMo#12

auto-save
in case my life
fails or
becomes corrupted.
temp the files
as sometimes
I change my mind.
and some days
life could really use
a restore point.

NaPoWriMo#11

water falls gently
soaking all that lays beneath.
soon refreshing sleep

NaPoWriMo#10

Falling in-front,
little by little.
I'm not behind,
my path is off-beat.
When I reach the target,
who cares how I got there?
My course may be hairy,
but I'll overcome defeat.
Still distance to cover,
just keep plodding on,
in my own way,
soon enough will be done.

NaPoWriMo#9

Some days
it seems I am
slowly
pedalling
backwards.
Logic can say
what needs
to be done,
brain-ruts
still keep me from
choosing
a new path.
Act, repeat, again.
A hard task,
I must continue
to try,
until eventually I build
a new rut.
One that I want.
Need.

NaPoWriMo#8

I've been holding off on this one, as I am still writing/re-writing #7, but I'm not sure how long it needs, so for now I'll skip it and keep publishing.

The little things
never seem
appreciated
or seen.
Moving towards
belief
in ability to
complete
surely requires
some little victories?
So hard to rejoice
in a job
well done, when it
continues daily, weekly,
monthly.
Increasingly
difficult
to do a job
well done, instead
I just do.
And some days,
when our dysfunction
plunges me to darkness,
impossible even to do.