May is here and the buffalo gnats are out- so we suit up and spray down as we head out to spread mulch- and try not to kill ourselves while doing it... so tired- I want to make some videos- and I think some of you might be able to relate- I just need to focus and everything seems to want to pull me this way and that- and I don’t know which way to get stuck in with projects- anyway- we are still in the process of having trees removed- weather has been an issue- and there are three young maple saplings out there that will take the place of the one big one that we had to let go of in the chop bc it had a split in it- could’ve been a disaster... blah blah blah... happy Monday, here’s a poem...
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Left alone
In a sea
Of cabinets
Full of intell
Is it real
Or am I just another daughter
Of Tea
Behind the largest door
No one can see
Me
Who am I anyway
After all the lies
You fed me
All the notes
Slip it back under the door
All the memories
Sorry they’re untrue
I can’t hold on
Insecurity
Rug out from under me
Can’t lock the door again
Secrets getting out
Suit of armor waits
Hope it fits tight
Cameras trained on you
I think I’m ready
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