Blah!

I miss my voice.
Blank pages remain and
My head is full, despite
The in and out ocean
Of breath soothing
Smoothing out
My coarse inner reef

The elder two rugrats
The son and daughter
of Eve and Adam
Screech shrilly
Until my sacred
Faery sanctuary
And silent mermaid
Burrow in some
Sturdy cave

I ignite my peace of mind
To end each day,
Full knowing that
This very same
Sweet smoke
Burnt a hole in the throat
Of my comrade,
My cancer-stricken peer

The siblings
That don't share my father
Were just orphaned by theirs
Who died of addiction
And untreated
PTSD...

I sit in these realities
Instead of soft green grass
Amidst unopened mail
Gazing at the textured ceiling
And wishing for words, or perhaps
New dancing shoes....