On darker days, 

when my body betrays 

and my human doing is done

a loss of productivity

with no boxes checked,

all undone

On human being only days

left in the life of my mind

I sit and think of useful things

I am so very wise.

On other human being days

I have no thoughts to give

Just walls to stare

and breaths of air,

over again and again.

Time ticking by with great delay 

my brain all in a haze

theses human being only days

are torturous and oft full of dismay

On other human being days

the sun again does shine

my cobwebbed brain all swept away

and again I feel alive

My human doing days 

are neither here nor there.

Sometimes I must remind

what makes me me is

more than what I do

and even how I feel

for days are long and slippery

and time is relative

and maybe one day 

I’ll Find a way 

to once again ACHIEVE!

my busy days 

with boxes checked

and people stand amazed!

my glorious thoughts!

my leadership skills!

and admirers near and far–

But now I sit

in solitude 

no applause can I hear

sometimes forgotten

often alone

with fewer near and dear

The days go by

the life of my mind

strengthened and alive

but with no one to share

my story with 

it feels like I might die

On better days

I know to live

is to love

  even in the pain

to love 

even oneself

with nothing else

but oneself to gain.

My human being days

eternal and alive

my human doing days

finite and fragile time

my earthly productivity

merely a glimpse of time

of my infinite worth

as I enter into the sublime. 

Gabriele A. Replogle 8/26