What My Muse Wrote (April 9, 2016)

A simple life

Is all

That I ask for.

Able to go

An entire night

With no interruptions

That plagues my sleep. 

Without

The violent memories

That haunt me.

Never

Having to wear

This grinning façade

That hides my tears.

Able to look

At my own body

Without being repulsed

By the image

That greets me.

Or

Not having

The medical need

For the daily cocktail

That I do.

Is this

Asking too much

For myself?

A question

That I can't answer.

Therisa © 2016

Author's note: Felt this poem, talking to me, urging me, to write it, never knowing, what I was writing out.