The Surge

Delivering food during Covid
As a courier
I saw a lot of ambulances
Everywhere,

Unseen
Behind their metallic walls
Covid patients were
Gasping for breathe
Inside.

It makes you realize how
Cruel and uneven
The world is

A disease that
Targets the elderly and
Disabled,

And leaves the young
And healthy untouched.

I’m still in my forties
And have taken to task
The job of delivering food
To those
Who dare not step outside.

I go from place to place
Watching the destruction
Around me;

Sirens blaring
People scared
Driving here
Driving there
Picking up food
Delivering it to empty
Doorsteps

Repeat.
Repeat.
Repeat.

Political Tidbit

I’ve been called a Commie
Before
But the truth is that
I think of myself as
A Henry David Thoreau
Follower.

The idea that
Equality and justice
Can be achieved solely
Through the redistribution
Of wealth,

Is a farce
In my opinion.

The reason being that
Most poverty
Exists outside of the
Human Eye,

Inside the immaterial
Realm.

Spiritual
Health and
Mental
Poverty can be

More hellish
Than you
Can imagine.

It Is What It Is

I hate the words
Depression
Schizophrenia
Bipolar
And everything else
That the DSM has devised.

Sometimes I think I would have been
Better off never having received a
Diagnosis
At all.

The stigma of a
Mental Health diagnosis
Has been daunting
And demoralizing.

Instead
I would have preferred that the
Doctors
Wrote down a list of symptoms
And problems that I have been
Struggling with
Then decided to tackle them each
One by one.

I’ve known a lot of people with
Mental Illness
And every single one
Of them is different.

People are unique and
No label
The doctors stick on you can
Accurately describe the
Infinitely complex nature of the
Human mind.

It is what it is.
Don’t forget that.