I can hear my breath
Blood pounding in my ears
The tune too fast for comfort
My palms unhelpfully moist
Conversely my mouth bone dry
I feel unsteady on my feet
Will my knees give way?
I stifle a cough
All eyes on me
I hate the attention
Is my outfit appropriate?
Too showy, too plain?
Is my hair neat enough?
Do my eyes sparkle?
What do they see
When they look at me?
I feel like an animal
In a gilded cage
...In a market
Will they inspect my teeth?
Count my fingers and toes?
Do they care about my personality?
My desires, my aspirations?
Or do they just see a womb
A cook, a cleaner, a nurse?
The families have conferred
Long ago it was settled
My fate and future decided
I have no say
I have no option
I have no way out
Oppression is duty
Repression a given
Self-conscious, anxious and resigned
My only hope for today
As I wait nervously
For him to appear
Is that the match made...
...is a good one.
Categories:
unhelpfully, emotions, marriage,
Form: Free verse
A coward easily gives up in the morning
And even in the evening:
In brewing fights to lie low
And during skirmishes unhelpfully slow.
Battle strategies offers the hothead,
Courtesy of the war novels by him read
Bu on some secure seat still fastened
Long after combats have been hastened.
A reason to readily stake our big money
And if there’s none our bees’ honey:
That the fire in his eyes will never spark
Nor his voice drop a bull-dog’s bark;
His fists never wire pulverizing punch
Nor his kicks make receivers bunch.
All cowards are warriors never composed,
A chapter right from beginning closed.
Categories:
unhelpfully, courage,
Form: Rhyme
Asthma
A dumbfounding struggle for what is plenty in the air,
The shortest of unsure breaths drawing,
The hesitant oxygen inwardly cursing;
A judging of the whole affair unfair.
My trachea thinking of its resignation letter,
Worsening the picture of Seeker of the Better;
My two lungs scheming to lock up their shop,
Evidently not touched that a life might drop!
A straight cash payment for my casket witnessing,
The quickest arrival of any inhaler pressing
To like a monkey grab it
And just remember not to like a buffoon actuate it.
It has been an army of surest triggers
Of the asthmas of Gents and s
Between the Extremely Cold and the Awfully Hot,
The Chokingly Dusty and bad smells we’ve got,
The Painfully Annoying and the Helplessly Funny;
The Unhelpfully Laborious or tasks perfectly thorny
Yep, all extremities
Lacking in niceties
That should a doctor lift off his feet
To quell The Respiratory Rebellion – a feat
Categories:
unhelpfully, death, sick,
Form: Rhyme