Shawn L. Bird

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poem- bad days November 29, 2018

When it’s a bad day,

the pain is there with waking.

Constriction or stabbing,

nausea or aching;

it fills the head until there is nothing in the world

but the hopeless frustration,

that I will never be well again.

When it’s a bad day,

there are no conversations,

no outings or errands,

only holding the head,

taking another pill,

and praying tomorrow will be

a better day.

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poem-gains and losses November 28, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:32 am
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How hard the fight for gains,

wading through mire,

battling the blurred words,

crumbling beneath the crushing pressure.

Surrender.

Another day, perhaps a gain

of minutes of wellness.

Don’t over-do when the body is able

to accommodate desire to do more than

an errand or two before succumbing.

Daily battles.

How goes the war?

I cannot fathom a positive outcome any more.

 

 

poem- looking October 5, 2017

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:28 am
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I looked for you.

I peered deep into your eyes

searching.

You were not there,

the hollow globes blinked blankly,

soul flown,

arms embracing expectation

empty future.

I looked for you.

You were not there.

Tomorrow I will look

again.

 

poem- buns April 18, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 4:52 pm
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I can!  I will!

Independent spirit meets reality.

Baking after the brain injury

the cinnamon buns are tasty commas

rolling spirals a surprising impossibility.

Perhaps everything is

not

as it was.

 

 

poem- deluded December 18, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:42 pm
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Hallucinations

Delusions

and we argue or agree,

Placate or debate,

against the injury in your brain

against frustration and pain

Face the inevitable

and wonder if you’re able

to see the irrevocable

ruination.

 

 
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