BEING ME

Being me
I was born a Scorpio, the eldest in my family
Just like my father was in his
Don't know what that means
But I do know I am not your normal person
Iam a daughter, a mother and grandmother
I am also a sister, aunty and grandchild
I have also been a wife in a life full of strife
I tend to see things differently and
It's either my way or the byway
And often times fail to listen
To the inner voice that tells me I shouldn't
But I do it anyway just to test the waters
I love words and their meanings
but that is just semantics
I dislike cats and dogs
Maybe because I have never liked them
Truth is they terrify me
Just like words spoken in anger
That pierce my inner core
Sometimes it's so hard to breathe
In the midst of life's turmoils
Like my discombombulated mind
That unravels daily as try to contain
my anger, my seething rage, my despair
at my loss of mobility and the neuropathy
that plaques me daily
That I'm reduced to regimes of toxic drugs
prescribed to heal me
So being me right now causes me angst
But I choose to rage against it all
And hopefully soon I will find myself again
The person who is me
The Scorpio whatever that means!