Conversation with myself

Pardon me, if you will

I have a bone to pick with you, if you’ll spare a moment

It’s me, that thing most call a leg, I don’t know which one of us it is,

But if I’ve got your attention, we will just call it the leg for all intents & purposes

I’m the thing you blame, take for granted

Beat the crap out of if I don’t act as you feel I should

I have felt the talons of that fork you took to me

Just because you cannot feel me, doesn’t mean I can’t feel what you do to me

Yet , I hold no ill will against you

I have the bruises to prove it

I carried you wherever you wanted for many moons

I never complained, as you pushed me to take you wherever you wanted to roam

I have never heard a thank you nor a good job

You have a horrible disease, and I’m sorry for that, but it’s not my fault

It is literally is all in your head

If you’re brain malfunctions, blame it, I’m tired of being the scapegoat

Instead of belittling me, maybe say I’m sorry and good job , or thank you

Just a thought

You have always put yourself in other’s shoes

Try thinking of your own

I’m sorry I can freeze and fry in the same breath

How do you think I feel

Bahamas to Antarctica without leaving the house

It’s no hay ride for me either I can’t change it

I’m sorry when late at night I have to move or dance as you call it

It’s nothing personal, I’d rather sleep too, but I get so restless

The only thing I can do is move

No drugs or whatever you do can take that away from me

Sometimes you win and silent I stay

I make you pay for that silence at times too

Again it’s not personal

2023

Heidi Talbott

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