Who Is the Challenged: Me or You

Maybe the worst is over  
I certainly hope that's true;  
never wished to fall apart  
or to cause trouble for you. 

Maybe now life can go on
for me as well as for you.
I hope you can forgive me,
maybe even start anew.

I will not push for that though.
it's got to be up to you.
I know I've been acting odd
I hope now that is all through.

There's a special wish I have
that is for your staff and you;
that you can learn to accept
the challenged, it's overdue.

We are all unique, you know,
different talents, strong suits.
we all have our weaknesses;
All we can do is improve.

The autistic are people 
and have human feelings too.
We may not express them well
but we can fall in love true.

Give us opportunities
and you just might look anew
at who the disabled are  
and also at what we can do.

©2012 Cherie R. Boeneman

Anxiety Attack

I'm staying right here
I'm never going to move.
It doesn't pay me to,
I've nothing to prove.

I only get hurt
when I do leave from here.
People are so cruel,
make me want a beer.

I cannot drink booze,
or any kind of beer.
I'm an alcoholic
so craving I fear.

It's not only that
but anxiety too;
overwhelming panic,
don't know what to do.

It's safer inside
where people can't appraise,
where they cannot judge me
I'm safe from their gaze.


©2012 Cherie R. Boeneman

Broken Spirit

Can you die of a broken spirit?
I know about broken hearts 
but not about the soul
when it splits into little parts?

I can't find all the tiny pieces
splintered like a broken glass
so I can't pick them up
or put them together, alas.

I am not sure I even want to,
I'd just rather fade away,
let my soul take its leave
of the body, now, no delay.

Non-living might be a simpler way
Trying gets me no where fast
Better to be silent 
I am nothing but an outcast.


I would like to let it just happen
with me totally inert
Not really suicide,
letting non-life now reassert.