Twisting Reality

Mirror, mirror on the wall

Will there be another fall

Save me from my stupid choices

Don’t make me listen to the voices


Morphine calls to subdue the pain

I feel like I’ve lived life in vain

No more tears – stiff upper lip

Please help me get a grip


No more booze, just fruit juice

Or else sanity will cut me loose

Mantra to the god’s that be

Give me strength to drink some tea


Fandango’s Challenge: Mirror

( I rarely, almost never, do humorous poetry, but after a recent fall, this poem is an anecdote to the residual pain.  As they say, laughter is the best medicine. )

About Olga

I have always had an affinity for artistic endeavors and the beauties of nature. The power of the word combined with photography have become my creative spark.
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9 Responses to Twisting Reality

  1. Fandango says:

    Very clever. I hope you’re recovery is progressing nicely.

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  2. lifelessons says:

    Thank goodness it was a fall that however painful, you can recover from. I was afraid it might be worse. Heal quickly. I know your pain, sister!!

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  3. Gosh Olga! Great poem – love that you have turned your accident into a positive piece of wordsmithing. Rest up, take Arnica and take care. ❤

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    • Olga says:

      Thank-you, Sandra. Inspiration takes many forms. Ha ha! Interesting that I did discover Arnica a little while back. It’s very effective for muscle strain and pain. ❤

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