All the excess non-comfortable clothing.
A piece of art I made back in junior high.
Many, many books.
Including the first one in a favorite series.
All? of my lip balms?
Now that the dry weather of winter is coming
(and I am sniffily sick) I want my lip balms!
Sigh, I guess I’ll just have to get more!
With the understanding, once I do, I’ll find the rest of them.
Sight line of Earth.
The difference between
where the sky is endless.
Heaven falls away
as the sun roams the view.
I have acknowledged the trauma.
My own
and those I gave to others.
I have regrets.
Yet I am finding fewer of them these days.
The confidence needed to survive
has never wavered.
It has merely be side tracked
….
many times.
I do not feel entitled.
Just angry
that the world is not doing what I think it should be.
Politics and religions be damned!
Today’s world
we see inflation
and poverty
rising up
like an unfathomable phoenix.
Yet, reality
says you must work
if you want to be successful.
So I am wondering
when will I be thrown
into the new world
debtor’s prison?
One
by one.
We all
fall
under the
bug.
Household
invaded.
It is easier
to slide
down
than it is
to crawl upwards.
Most days I can crawl
but these days
I find myself
allowing
the slide
to take place.
Tomorrow.
I hope tomorrow
I have the strength
to stop this slide.
Crawling may just have to wait.
I walk
along
meandering,
shivering in the cold.
Demanding
a wind free day
I wander
instead of heading home.
Praise for my actions.
Kindness I brought to a friend.
Joy and laughter to a neighbour.
Comfort as I cuddle my cats.
Happiness eating a rare treat.
Why do I think I am not worthy?
Whether I deserve them or not, I earned them.
Learned to live with no regrets.
Not feel guilty for all my past mistakes.
Loved myself for who I am.
Not caring about what others thought of me.
Stop wishing things would miraculously get better if I just ignored it.
Be the person who knows how to keep boundaries.
Told others what was on my mind, instead of seething silently to myself.
Made this list a long time ago.
Why does this affect me.
It is not my country.
Yet, the election was lost
and now fear and dread will reign supreme
for those who have to live under the dictator’s rule.
I am sorry my friends.
Pain and loss maybe all that we will have in common from now on.
