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A bolt of electrical energy

Satisfying to watch

Hits a target unexpectedly

Who’s the victim here?

Given the nature of the strike

We all find ways

To bring back the deadly vision

Beauty in the terrifying spectacle

Tough love softened?

Or a stricter style of guidance?

Isn’t love enough

to justify the actions of a person

who only wants to help you?

Soft

Hard

Tough

Weak

Cloying

Restricting

Freeing

Joyful

Beautiful

What type of love refuses

to listen to the object of the intent?

For good

or ill

shouldn’t love

simply be love?

Soggy

Edible

Still tasty

Not as appealing

Frugal

In other words

Delicious

By any other name

Missing.

Last seen.

Last weekend.

Offering a reward?

Or merely survive

In this bachelors haven?

Best to overcome

And go in a search.

Whether it’s to find the honey

Or worse

Take the coffee black.

Progress seems to have been made.

Work has accomplished the seemingly imposible.

Then the letter.

Arrival non conspicuous.

Devastating contents.

Stress ramps up once again.

How will things get better

if you can only react

and not be allowed

to be proactive?

Thinking ahead requires time to think.

Stress undercuts that.

Not my day.

It is full of shame and despair.

Guilt over mismanagement

and a willingness to procrastinate.

It is my day.

It is a day full of possibilities

and a source of fun.

A chance to be willing to embrace

what ever is given to me.

A day for contemplation.

A fresh start to look at new things

and see where things went wrong.

Just a day.

Normal like any other day.

Good or bad

It is just a day.

Cat prances by

The kingfisher cries

Huskies howl heavenward

Yellowjackets hum a chord

Plants just sit there

and soak up the sun

A cone of shame

dropped over you

as the phone call

to the doctor begins.

A creeping darkness

that seeps into your bones

as you listen

to other peoples accomplishments.

A hole that surrounds

your bed, your mind, your house

as you debate

if you should get up today.

A simple word

that people look at you

and say

“It’s all in your head!”

A hand that grips yours

and won’t let go.

Until another hand touches your shoulder

and they say

“I’m here for you.”

Believing in yourself

can be hard

when all that is heard

or seen

or felt

is the weight

of opinions that devalue you.

No one is able to find their way

unless they find the way

to believe

in themselves

and not believing the lies

we have been told our entire lives.

Especially if they come from yourself.

Seek out those who will build you up.

Learn that fear is not your enemy,

but your companion

who can help you know your strengths

by going forward despite it.