On the days I feel I have nothing left to give

a root sprouts with verse. I have to be

a psychologist with no degree, give so much

to get nothing sometimes. Appreciation

flushed down the toilet. Revive me with

an oxygen of words. The revival of

the artist within

with raw poetry

in my veins. I have nothing else

to give you or make for you

but Greek hand me down recipes

that I botch up. My tired legs

and lifeless soul need ventilation,

pass the glory of self-publishing

into modern technology

reap no rewards. I try to revive

myself when the alarm rings

with caffeine and poetry.

Pack the lunch, make breakfast,

start the car, reminders,

doctors, appointments I forgot,

trace the outline of my body

with imaginative chalk

as I hold onto poetry

for dear life

and let everything else

fall apart.



  1. Nurse Kelly · January 28, 2016

    Stunning – felt every word πŸ™‚

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    • Chrissy · January 28, 2016

      Thank you πŸ™‚

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      • Nurse Kelly · January 28, 2016

        You’re very welcome! I’m glad I found your blog – I really admire your work. Hope you have a lovely day. πŸ™‚

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      • Chrissy · January 28, 2016

        I’m humbled thank you truly. x

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  2. Erika Kind · January 28, 2016

    Hi Schatzi πŸ™‚ Your first lines reminded me of being a mom… πŸ˜€

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    • Chrissy · January 29, 2016

      i love that, i never looked at it that way, but yes, for sure and it just resonates with you forever. being a mom comes first above all, but being an artist it is so hard to balance it all and sometimes you lack in being the best mom by following that pen wherever it takes you…

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      • Erika Kind · January 29, 2016

        Oh yes, it is hard as an artist to be recognices and appreciated for the work, the time, and the heart they put into it. Being a mom…. barely appreciation…. but that is normal… lol

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      • Chrissy · January 29, 2016


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  3. Heartafire · January 28, 2016

    I can relate to this…beautiful.

    Liked by 1 person

  4. Eric · January 28, 2016

    Hold onto poetry, for dear life. Yes. That’s what I do too. ❀

    Liked by 1 person

  5. thelonelyauthorblog · January 28, 2016

    “a root sprouts a verse.” Only Chrissy cold come up with that one. Amazing. You never disappoint.

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  6. Chrissy · January 29, 2016



  7. Sydney Carton · January 29, 2016

    Awesome, Xhrissie! Why we write.

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