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Possible/Impossible

Impossible:
to keep a dry eye
to stop seeing the pain
to look away from the carnage
to not want to help in some way.

Possible:
People running into danger to help
News media not jumping to conclusions
Strangers, bystanders, all working together to save lives
Marathoners finish the marathon then run to donate blood

Impossible
to understand hatred
to be as hateful myself
to determine motivations of an evil mind
to keep the suffering of strangers out of my mind

Possible:
Love
Gratitude
Forgiveness
Comforting one another

Descent

The prompt was to write about something descending—though there is no way to post at the moment because the site seems to have sunk the comment section—my offering is here. It is about addiction and (possible) recovery.

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Descent

the way is slippery
at times
and salty
with tears and other
less savory fluids
(snot, blood, shame)
and even through
the sound of my own
h
o
w
l
of anguish
i remain determined
on my
course
blindly
ignore
all
warnings

and when i reach
r o c k b o t t o m
and there is no
further
to go
is when
h e a l i n g
may
begin.

Workplace Adversity, November PaD, day 28

Almost to the end of a solid month of poeming, I am tired and ready for it to be over. However, I also know from past experience that I will feel lost for a few days with no poems and I know I will miss it. ^_^

The prompt today was to write about workplace adversity, which I have done below.

Happiness in the Workplace
(Or: It’s not Always Where you Work)

At first, the hardest part
is learning everyone’s names.
And then, finding out how to
navigate your way around,
be you in an office or a forest;
becoming at home in your surroundings
is key.

Of course, things are always
much more difficult
when there are challenging people
that you must work with
or report to.

Kids in school think that having
a harsh, strict, or unkind teacher
is just not fair,
but in reality,
those types of people really do
help prepare one for
working with or even
simply dealing with
certain other people.
One must learn
to deal with that kind of challenge
eventually.

And in all honesty, challenging people
aren’t that difficult,
once one learns what motivates them.

My challenging boss only wants
things to be right, and so do I,
so we see eye-to-eye most days.
I had another boss in the past
who really only wanted to
mess with me and upset my world.

Of course, that is why he is in my past.

 

Deep – November PaD, day 23

The prompt today is “Deep,” and just in time. Today is the day I make Thanksgiving dinner, rather than Thursday, And yesterday I was depressed all day, silly, I know, but tradition is a big part of me, I suppose, more than I really knew. I had hoped to bring my son (stationed in southern Arizona with the Army) up to spend the holiday with the family, and got the news that he was unable to. Very sad. Decided to stick to the Friday dinner idea to insure the other son and daughter-in-law would be able to come to dinner, as well as one of their friends.

I pulled myself out of my depression by last evening, and bounced out of bed today to start pie, rolls, etc., so all will be ready for dinner at 7:30 p.m.  But that gloom was the beginning of the idea of the Double Fibonacci poem that follows:

Bartola by Ardenrey

Deep,
dank
the wily,
smoky, lonesome dark
of this mental dungeon where I always seem to go.
How long before I
finally
just let
it
go?

Trying Times

It was the end of a trying day near the end of a trying week and I felt exhausted and spent, late for my appointment, the end not even in sight, and quite crabby about it. And I tried to pull myself together on the drive to my appointment, tried to release the stress that had been keeping me energized and just relax and realize I was not as late as I could be, I was not in any danger of harm, all of my stress was purely mental.

As I pulled into the parking lot, I remembered that J, a friend who is also my hairdresser, was waiting inside for my late self, and that she would no doubt be cheerful and kind, no matter how late I was, and that she had recently suffered a loss. Her sister had recently died under trying circumstances, and at once, my own distress seemed trivial.

My sisters are both alive as are both my brothers. I am not having to bend my life to fit a new configuration with teenagers in it again suddenly. I may have had a trying day, but an occasional reminder that things could really be worse always seem to be timely when I get in too high a dudgeon.

Bless you J, and bless your niece and nephew. And thanks to a watchful providence that always knows when I need a lesson in patience.

Never Enough Time

Always Keep a Promise to Yourself

The topic of today’s prompt was to write about the worst thing that ever happened to you. It didn’t take long to remember that moment at the bottom of my worst sadness. I imagine it’s pretty tame because I have had a pretty wonderful life, all told, but for me, this was the worst moment.

Always Keep a Promise to Yourself

As a result
of that thing you said,
when you told me
you didn’t love me
and thought you never
really
had
and wanted a divorce
after ten years
and 2.6 children
(because I was
six months pregnant
with boy number 3)
the worst,
very worst
moment
in my life occurred.

For about thirty seconds,
that seemed a lot longer,
my broken heart
actually
considered
allowing my car
to cross the center line
just
in
time
to
smash into
the oncoming traffic.

And when our son kicked,
in opposition,
I imagined,
I realized it just
wouldn’t be fair.

And then my natural
optimism
sprang to life
and said
“Things will get better.
Some day.
I promise.”

And they did.

Beyond the Dark Room

I wanted to let you know about this book particularly because it is so very moving. I am one of the poets in “Beyond the Dark Room,” but that is the very last reason to tell you about it.

It is a profound experience reading this slim book of poems, mostly because it addresses the stages of grieving and recovery, but also because of the way it is arranged. Each of the chapters addresses each of the ten stages of loss and recovery in a logical order, taking the reader from Loss through Grief, Shock and Pain, through Acceptance and finally Love.

I found myself moved and permanently changed after reading the book all the way through. I hope you enjoy it!

Plea poem – What Were You Thinking?

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The prompt was to write a “plea” poem.  I blame the mood of today’s poem on the migraine I had yesterday. Leaves me feeling a little weary, though life really is good. Be warned, though, reader, my positive self is still sleeping with many pillows in my quiet bed.

***

What Were You Thinking?

You let me go,
me and our three sons
(one was only six months old)
and you refused to help us.
(At least, without a court
order.)

You flew over two thousand miles
to take my car, though you
at least
allowed me to take the
car seats and strollers out
when I caught you at it.

You begrudged every single penny
the court made you pay
to care for your kids.

Is it just that you wanted me
to suffer? Even though you
were the one who
cheated?

Is it that you wanted to
simply wash your hands
of my part in your
history?

You tried to make me feel
like I was the bad one,
like I had done something
wrong
by not falling in with
your plans
as I did when we were married.

But my loyalty no longer belonged
to you.

You no longer had my trust.

My heart no longer held
you within.

And you could not comprehend
that I had given those things
to you freely,
you thought I was simply
dumb.

And I look back now
from a distance of twenty years
and wonder
what you could possibly
have been thinking?

I could never have abandoned
my children
to fate
regardless of the personal cost.

What was wrong with our marriage
was you.

Used heart: once broken, but still functional.

One more for today – Down vs. Up

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That doesn’t make sense, does it. But a friend posted the most “down” post in FB today, so I am reposting it along with my response. So there. Down vs. Up. ^_^

I’m tired of crying.
I’m tired of yelling.
I’m tired of being sad.
I’m tired of pretending
I’m tired of being alone
I’m tired of being angry.
I’m tired of feeling crazy.
I’m tired of feeling stuck.
I’m tired of needing help
I’m tired of remembering.
I’m tired of missing things.
I’m tired of being different.
I’m tired of missing people
I’m tired of feeling worthless.
I’m tired of feeling empty inside.
I’m tired of not being able to just let go.
I’m tired of wishing I could start all over.
I’m tired of dreaming of a life I will never have.
But most of all, I’m just tired of being tired.

vs.

Dry your tears.
Take a breath.
Try to smile.
Be who you are.
Hug your family.
Let go of your anger.
Realize you’re sane.
Step outside your boundaries.
Pay it forward.
Just let it go.
Be content with what you have.
Embrace your difference.
Call someone you miss.
Realize you are precious.
Fill your heart with love.
Learn to just let go and go on.
Realize that starting over isn’t always the answer.
Dream of a life you can have.
Take a nap.

XOXOX

Circles and Change

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The only thing one can really count on in life is change. Things always change. The small town you grew up in grows and becomes unrecognizable — the meaning behind that saying about never being able to go home, I think. The home you knew is gone, and will never be back. It’s sad at times, the change, because we say goodbye to people and things and places, and the only place they remain is in our hearts and memories.

Siblings, though they may grow up with the same parents, have different childhoods. Johnny, born first, knows his parents when they were younger, more vulnerable, less sure of what they were doing. For years, maybe, he is the only child, but if a sibling comes along, then things change. And that sibling has the benefit of the parents’ experiences and they’re older as well, he has an older sibling. So his childhood, though similar, is different than Johnny’s.

Children grow up. Parents grow older. Often, the children end up with the responsibility of caring for their aging parents, as they care for their own children, and so it goes, on and on, in millions of families all over the world.

If you look at birth and death as the same point on a circle, everyone is in a different place and time in the cycle and circle of their life. The circles interconnect with other circles, some are added, some break away and are gone, either because they leave their family circle, or they have died.

Sometimes you see people who are solitary, with only one or two brushes with others, single circles going it alone.

Sometimes you see people with so many circles interconnected with theirs, you wonder how they function at all.

Most of us are in the middle somewhere, with a number of interconnected relationships with family and friends as close as family. Coworkers and people you only know for a while, or some you learn to love late, but lose too soon. People that bounce away, and you wonder where they went and what they’re doing. Sometimes they come back into your life later and it’s even more fun than it was before.

There are births and deaths. Love, happiness, sickness, and sorrow, joy and grief, often at the same time. One has a new child, but a loved one passes. One finally finds a career they love, but their children leave home, leaving a gap there.

Rarely is every aspect of a life full and complete and happy, yet we can still say we are “happy.” Often, we suffer tribulation in every area of our life at the same time, and it feels like the universe is against us, but it’s not. We’re just at that point in many of the cycles of up and down, back and forth. But no matter how bad it gets, it rarely stays bad. The Wheel turns and life goes on and things will always change. If one knows this, it makes hard times easier to bear, and tempers good times with the knowledge that one should appreciate them, because change always comes again.

Maybe I’m feeling so introspective today because of things in my life that are happening – my brother-in-law is very ill. He’s got stage 4 pancreatic cancer. Over two years ago the doctors gave him 6 months to a year. But he’s stubborn. He’s tough. It’s been good to spend the time we want with him.

But he’s been put into hospice this week. So we’re getting ready to say goodbye, and it’s so tough, especially for T, since it’s his brother and best friend. I keep telling myself that this is a down spiral just now and that it will be good again.

And yesterday, I got a letter from my youngest son, halfway through basic training. And so you see, part of me rejoices that he is doing well and going forward, growing up, learning and full of life, and the other part of me is sad with the loss of a loved family member. Life is always this way, though. Someone you love may pass, and then you meet the love of your life, or a new family member is born, or something else, good or difficult, life always moves on and the change is always inevitable.

So we must be brave in adversity and smile with joy when there is joy. And try not to feel bad for being happy and sad at the same time. When I finally pass on, I don’t want people to be committed to sadness, I want them to go on, be happy, live their lives, full of joy and sorrow and always, always change.

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