Steven Helmer Publications

  Some days I'm frazzled. It's just hard to keep a cool head. The news, the bills, the stress Leave me feeling dizzy and my eyes seeing red. It's just so much at once. Including figuring out who told the truth and who lied. Just like an egg It leaves my brain feeling fried. I try to plan things carefully. Put the pieces of my life together, like ingredients in a recipe. Only to have it fall apart so quickly With no time for self-pity. Image courtesy of Pixabay It's no different than making an omelet Only to have using a spatula to flip it turn into a great gamble. There's a chance it'll turn out just fine And an equal chance I'll just need to settle for scrambled. The weight on my shoulders continues to get heavy. Overwhelming expectations cutting into me like a shiv. Somedays all I can do is put my head down and try to breath Because I feel like something is about to give. The pressure continues to build The need to be a good father, good husband and a good...

  Image courtesy of Pixabay I get to the office And the phone is already ringing. Can't these customers at least wait until my computer is on Before they call me with their complaining? It's not like it hasn't already been a morning. Nearly walked out the door without my lunch. Not to mention keep dropping things, Not just one item, a whole bunch. In fact, my morning routine was already thrown off By the added stress Of dropping my drink And needing to find a mop to clean up the mess. I'm already exhausted And far from being in a great mental state. Oh, for Pete's sake, What do you mean it's not even eight? I guess it's just going to be one of those days. The kind that messes with my head  And makes me wonder If I should have just stayed in bed. ____________________________________________________ Another Ramen Noodle Night (A Poem) A Father's Prayer for His Daughters (A Poem)

Please forgive me And pardon my potty mouth. I got up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. Then things just kept going south. I normally have a filter And am careful about what I say. But, for right now, You might want to keep sensitive ears away. Image courtesy of Clker-Free-Vector-Images via Pixabay I'm not proud of myself Or of my profanity. It's just this language spewing out of my mouth Is the only way I can keep my sanity. This is probably just temporary and this frustration will eventually go away. Today, however,  Is just a swear word kind of day.

If stress equaled money I would be a billionaire. I would have more than enough to pay my bills And have plenty left to spare. If stress equaled money I would enjoy getting out of bed each day. I would spend my mornings watching it pile up And spend my evenings giving a chunk of it away. Image courtesy of Pixabay If stress equaled money It would be worth the lack of sleep at night. Plus, there'd be plenty of people to keep me company Since I'm sure they share my plight. If stress equaled money I'd be sure to spend it rather than try to save. Because, even if it equaled money I'm sure it would still also equal an early grave.