The Aristocrats

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Our flawed brains ordain us as elegant beings
Synapses misfiring, like broken shooting stars
Our wholeness ebbing and flowing like the tides at sunset
A graceful dance between what is and what should be
Gliding in our minds haunted hallways
Misfortune named disease whispers our name
It can bring us to our knees, begging for sweet mercy
Somehow, its careless cruelty is deafening to the irrelevant
So we are always sure to carry ourselves as sovereignty
Dignity is our gift and your curse
We are not well, a truth
Only a slight tear in our universe separates us from orderly
We are like well-oiled doors that develop a sudden squeak
Or a clock that suddenly stops keeping perfect time
A slight stumble, unasked for value lost, but not useless
Like the tired hands of an elderly person
Beautiful with their impurities, sacred from their story
Still blessed with a painful but triumphant epoch
The majesty comes from the struggle
For who else can carry this burden than the bent?
Average we will never know
For our hearts beat in time with the Unknown

Daily Prompt: Elegance

Manic Menagerie

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I take my pills, I talk it out,
but that’s not what it’s all about
My brain’s on fire, my brain’s a zoo,
my brain’s a messed up roiling stew
Depressive here, manic there,
when’s the last time I’ve washed my hair?
I’ll wilt and shudder, I’ll pace and mutter,
I’ll prove that I’m a fucking nutter
Bipolar costs you, bipolar cost me,
bipolar sure as hell doesn’t come for free
I lost my friends, I lost my looks,
I lose myself inside of books
I make a world just for me, I create a place no one can see,
I make a world where I’m free
Sometimes there’s blood, sometimes there’s gore,
sometimes I don’t wanna be here anymore
Pills make me sick, pills make me mad,
without my pills, I’m too damn sad
Razors cut and hot glue burns, my gut twists and my gut turns,
too many scars for the girl who refuses to learn
My body twitches, I’m always cold,
I never do what I am told
Bipolar’s always here, sits haughtily on a throne,
I’ll live to be 109 and it’ll never leave me alone

Zoo

Book Review: Is A Worry Worrying You? by Ferida Wolff and Harriet May Savitz

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Is a worry worrying you? If you are my 8-year-old daughter the answer is yes. If you are me, the answer is also yes. Ellie loved all the whimsy examples of worrying, and I loved watching her laugh away her worries. From the book: Suppose, just suppose, one hundred elephants come to tea and you discover you don’t have any tea bags. uh, oh. What will you do with a herd of thirsty elephants? Now, that’s a worry! But you can get rid of that worry by offering the elephants lemonade instead. Mom, she said, we can make lemonade if we don’t have anything to drink!
What I love about this book is the different coping mechanisms written in a way that kids can understand. After each “worry” we talked about what we would do to make that worry go away, along with the suggestions in the book.
The illustrations were both fun and colorful and made the story a beautiful read. I would recommend this book to anyone with a child or children who are worriers or have issues with anxiety. It addresses a hard subject in a relaxed, gentle way. This is a gem in the world of Children’s Literature.

*I received this book in exchange for an honest review. All opinions are mine (and Ellie’s).