It's A Balancing Act

Walter frequently uses my foot

as a step to get down from the couch.

It's a balancing act for him

which mimics what I feel these days.

Staying isolated-staying alive/versus not

Figuring out the new blogger/chucking it all-why bother

Taking time to prepare good meals/eat a peanut butter sandwich

Be furious at the government/not internalize retain sanity

Clean the house/ no one sees it but me, screw it

Keep abreast of the news/take another nap and hide

Despise the human idiots/well, there is no alternative

Idiots choose to remain ignorant, while uninformed folk

can be educated; but idiots believe

what they want, regardless of truths.

Wash my hair/choosing not to more often than naught

Try to save plants/they're half fried in 111 degree heat anyway

I am constantly struggling to maintain normalcy,

balancing what I should do, think or feel

against an overwhelming sense of

isolation and sadness.

I'm a tough ole mare, but lord, some days are rough.