Poem A Day

All Poems by: Tonia M. Christle

Sunday, November 13, 2022

Climbing High

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Love this: Mini fridge, These Messages Of affirmation All over the walls. Watch me climb As high as I need to To find The truth there Floati...
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Saturday, October 29, 2022

So, What's The Hardest Part?

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Facing this: The hardest part. This Having nothing To hide behind. This Reality Lurking Behind so many Curtains. This room Without me Looms....
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Saturday, October 1, 2022

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When I can't speak, Here's what I need: Wait for me in Conversation. Slow down. Ask me questions  Then give me time  Don't jump ...
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Wednesday, September 7, 2022

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All these fricken linens And all these fucking chucks They're compounding It's astounding Everything running amok Pooping with an au...
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Thursday, September 1, 2022

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Before the dawn, she Waits to give fist bumps, high fives "Glad you're feeling better."
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Tuesday, August 16, 2022

I'm So Mad

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Sleeping for hours Then grief for days. I am powerless To stop these Changes. 
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Sunday, August 14, 2022

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Turn the heat over So it can thrive, I say as the heat Makes me super alive.  
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Thursday, July 28, 2022

Overridden

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 Don't ask For consent Stay on task Do what's meant. Tick the boxes  Take my safety Force me to transfer Then leave me in agony. Is ...
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Friday, July 22, 2022

Finding Myself

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 Stuck in place Pseudomomonas daze I try to write in a world  That's ever-changing. Try to find my voice again In this place that makes ...
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Tuesday, December 7, 2021

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Things are changing Rearranging  I am  Wordless I am  Draining Energy And time Is caught I need To do the things I Oh so carefully Have  Pla...
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Twin. CP. C-PTSD. Neurodivergent. 40-something. Survivor. Adoptee. Writer (Disability Fiction, poetry, blog posts.) Reader. Coffee-Lover. Media-Enthusiast. 9w1.
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