Acceptance

Learning to speak your flaws is learning to accept them.

I chew my fingernails

I twiddle my thumbs

I dye my hair

I  love to have things in pairs

Everything goes in a box

Everything has to be straight

Everything has to be clean

Everything has to match my favorite jean 

My sweaters are all cotton

My pens are all blue

My socks are all white

My bras are always tight

The books are all in order

The soaps are all one scent

The pictures all have black frames 

The pieces are all with the right games 

I accept my flaws

I accept my OCD 

I chew my fingernails

I twiddle my thumbs

I know inside it’s all because I’m numb. 

Author's Note

Anything helps!

Reviews

[masqued_muse]

Sweetie; yes, your erotica is fabulous. Amazing; really, but your poignant, heart wrenching pieces are the ones that make me feel. You are magical in expression; lavish in painting with emotion. The heartbeat of the shadows you have walked..forever etched in time.
masqued_muse^^

[Seshat Nidaba]

I was just about to say before I finished the piece, I love your descreption of OCD, I find it cute, the whole order and symmetry thing.

There is something so refreshing about simplicity and clarity and this piece really pulls those two things together.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

A tragically painful mesh of lurid interpretation and tempted faith, very well written, a great read.

[Melanie Jane Boicourt S..]

I am in a mental health class right now and so it was nice to read a first hand excert from someone who is really a victom of this condition. You did very well with it.

[Coyote Poetry]

OCD can slow some people down. Sometime people who struggle work harder and do very well. I know many strong people with OCD. They work harder and if you did not know them. You would not know. I like the way you made your point. Thank you for a outstanding poem.
Coyote

[SensualVixen21]

i really like the flow of this one, and i like how everything comes together at the end...very nice

[Mark]

I usually don't care for such an orderly structured poem but this has the right flow and of course its wholly fitting for a poem about OCD. The repetition in the first and last stanzas is important to the poem, it ties it all together well. I noticed the fact that all the mentioned items are personal or household items which shapes the poem differently than if the subject were concerned about external things like the syllables on billboards or who knows what else people can be OCD about. The poem feels orderly and safe because the world of the subject is something that can be controlled and nothing disrupts that order. The last line is the one that made me think. I wonder about the possible causes of OCD and how an OCD person works and thinks and finds order in a chaotic world. I always appreciate your non erotic writing very much, thanks.