Physical Therapy

Went to the doctor today. Elbow is still healing. It looks like 3 weeks of physical therapy and I should be back to work. No surgery!! Yeah, yeah, yeah! (as I do a little jig) Today's poetry entry.

Where Is My Life?

My past is something of a disaster

I have learned all the trades to be a master

Of depression, anxiety and despair

It makes me wonder if I truly care

About myself and where I'm going

About my friends and who I am joining

I look at all the influence

And wonder if it is all coincidence

That my life makes absolutely no sense

It is hard to try and live

When all you do is give

To everyone that steps in between

A life that is broken down

Without even a dream

I wonder if I will ever feel clean

But then again

What the fuck does that mean?

Written by Dawner 8-25-93