Headaches, Hornets, and A Hot Mess


I live for the small things
chocolate, books, hope,
while inside my head
there’s a chattering,
a broken window
of anxiety. Hornets
arriving on the wind.

I search for peace
in God, Buddha, the universe,
a bottle of antidepressants.

I charge my sanity
to nature,
sometimes MasterCard.

I wear a doomed dress of worry,
trying to ward off the fear.
I mix my metaphors and my faith.
I try to carve a pumpkin out of chaos
with a toothpick, I write out an SOS.

I pray to most anything these days:
nail polish, the trees,
the circling hornets,
trying to believe I can
take care of myself without
feeling the sting.

-Tosha Michelle

My latest cover.


40 thoughts on “Headaches, Hornets, and A Hot Mess

  1. Ah, my mult-talented friend, what a wonderful poem and excellent musical accompaniment this is! I feel this same way, often. πŸ™‚ And I love this song as well. Hope you have a wonderful Tuesday, Tosha (by the way, in writing that alliterative last few words I’m reminded to tell you that I like the alliterative title of this piece!) πŸ™‚

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  2. I’m feeling the same vibe lately, Tosha. It seems the world is a giant hornets nest these days. I loved your interpretation of The Scientist. So, melancholy, yet beautiful at the same time.

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