Ode to My Ostomy
What are you, on me hanging?
Why are you so stinky?
You make too much noise,
By the way, farting is not singing!
How did you get here?
I demand you go away!
Why aren't you leaving?
You're not here to stay??
Hey, wait a minute.
What are you doing???
What the hell is that..??
Are you actually pooing?!
You can't stay here,
I won't allow it.
I will talk to my doctor
He'll do something about it!
Ok, so he said you have to stay,
Only for a short time.
Hopefully, only until May.
Here are a few rules for you
My hanging, droopy friend
I will not be embarrassed
By what comes out your end;
You will schedule yourself
when it's convenient for me;
No blowouts, no leakage
And no dieter's tea!!
You won't drip, drool or spatter
Have leaks on my floor.
You won't fill the bag
As I head out the door.
Oh, I guess you seem nice enough,
Ok, you can stay,
I wonder what I'll call you.
Oh screw it!! I can't wait til May!!
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Thank you. You're always so nice to me. LOL
I have another one if you would like to see it. It's a bit sad but it's how I get my feelings out.
And me... feeling a bit down now it's all over (Christmas, that is....) Give me something else to think about...
Blimey - a sassy thing? Long while since I've been called one of those! (Actually not sure I ever have!)
SURF
Hurt is all around;
It is what I purchased,
Paid for by the pound.
My dignity taken by a thief
In sheep's disguise.
Lied to, tried to;
Almost died.
Yes, that was me.
Left a shell, increasingly hollow;
With no hope for a normal tomorrow;
Surrendering myself in trust,
A fool, so silly, I was.
My body was cut open.
My soul cut as well;
I was left mute,
With no one to tell.
My wounds spilling blood;
My spirit broken,
A girl left damaged;
Who knew what hope was.
Are you alright,
Is there anything I can do?
No, there isn't, I'm great,
But thank you!
A face put on for others,
So they can feel content
Needing to please them;
At my own expense.
Checking my reflection again
I see a woman, back to a girl;
Her whole world, having become unfurled.
Shredded tattered
All of the above;
Scared of everything,
Even love.
It seems pain is all I feel;
Laughter is what I crave
When will I begin to heal?
And who said I have to be so brave??
The tears never seem to cease.
The hurt comes pounding, like waves on a beach..
Tumbling me against the tide,
Ripping my soul, tearing my pride.
Breathing in, trying to exhale
Salty despair filling my lungs;
Needing a life raft, I reach for what once was
It isn't there.
A lot of pain in there, Hannah. I hope you have somewhere to express those feelings, 'cause we're here to listen. You stay strong and be you... you are a wonderful person and I'm happy to call you a friend. Love and inappropriate gropes,
Steve xoxo
PS well guess I'll need to set up a ticketing system for the sword shenanigans, lmao
Thanks Steve!
Like I said, you're always so sweet to me!
That's how I deal with things, is to write. It helps a lot actually.
I think we all need to take fencing lessons..lol....then we could all play with swords all the time and not worry about getting an eye poke because we'd have those masky things!
Rachel, I'm sorry you're sad. Is it the holidays or just a bad day? I hate those days, it feels like that fog is never going to lift.
~~hugs~~ I hope you feel better soon...Hannah
Hannah, one of my goals each day is to make someone smile. Being nice to people isn't something humans are not good at; it takes practice. I just keep practicing, and if it works, then I keep doing it. And besides, you deserve to smile.
Steve, well, whatever it is that you practice at, you're wonderful at it. It is greatly appreciated.
I look forward to logging on every day and talking to you. You make me and so many others smile and brighten our day so much and I love you for that!!
How was your Boxing Day???
P.S. Are you the boss?? LMAO
My Boxing Day was okay, cleaning up the mess, fighting with the stepdaughter, etc. But it was okay, just a lazy day watching the rain. How was Christmas Day?
Mine was okay, same. I cooked all day, then cleaned up the mess. Lol... OMG!!!!! There's that fucking highlighted thing again!! I swear I'm not doing that. My computer is possessed. *sigh*
Anyway, lol, it was good, I suppose. I'm glad it's over.
Okay, what the fuck... why is it gone now? Lordy.
My Marine leaves tomorrow, so that's sad.
The roads are horrible. We had ice and snow, so it's freezing. Temps tonight at 0. Blechhhhh!!
I don't know if I found you on Facebook... I think I did.
Hannah Brewton Simmons
Steve Ellis
Oy! You saying I'm thick (mind you, I can't find Hannah on Facebook....)! Watch it ..... and it seems like there's some shenanigans going on here without me ... I don't know, can't trust you lot whilst I'm in bed! Rachel Offley