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Escaping the Latest Dust Storm

Heather has a Bachelor's Degree in English from Moravian College and has been freelance writing for more than 13 years.

Finally, making my way through life's latest real or imaginary tempest

A desert full of wind, sand and other mixed emotions

Numerous different scenarios floating through my jumbled head

Don't know if it's based on the variously complex medication cocktail

Or my troubled mind's eye was bubbling up to the surface

Know that help was most definitely needed to fix this mess of a situation

Trying to keep my Tasmanian devil level of feelings and doubts in check

Hard to do when you're not entirely sure what's wrong with you

Is it sanity slipping away from firm grasp or something else entirely?

Wish this latest incident was based on something tangible

Like getting a human toy prize after nine plus months of careful waiting

An impossible theory based on medical and proven science

If it occurred, Ripley's should be called to record this out of left field diagnosis

Have a great partner in life who I believe loves me unconditionally

Afraid that he's going to one day reject me and all my foibles

Want to be the perfect Bacall to his Bogie, but don't entirely feel very sexy right now

Focused on trying to pick up the pieces of this current and ongoing incident

Don't know if the mistake was mine, or was a long way coming

Ready to take the next step and solve this mystery once and for all

Want to be the best version of myself that I can possibly be

No smoke screen, no pills, just hopelessly happy and in love with my real life Bogart

That's all a girl can ask for.

Bogie and Bacall. Nothing else more to say.

Bogie and Bacall. Nothing else more to say.

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