Resilience

My Post (2)The good thing about the COVID-19 madness going on right now is that many people, myself included, are finding ways to reconnect with long lost hobbies (or people). The long lost hobby that I have personally reconnected with, if you can’t tell from the dates of my last three posts, is writing.

Writing always makes me feel better. I have journalled since I was in first grade and in the past when I’ve been especially down, reading the thoughts of a 7 year old version of myself always put me in a better mood. It’s so lovely.

Today, I wrote the following poem about resilience. I hope that reading it makes you feel a little more strong and able to continue on while the world is affected by the coronavirus.

 

RESILIENCE

3/20/20     4:08 pm

I am wind,

Flexible and free,

Present, yet unseen,

Moving, yet sometimes still

I am an energy to be felt.

I am oak,

Strong and sure

Changing,

Growing,

Enduring,

Evolving,

Adapting.

Sometimes, I forget these things.

Sometimes, I don’t remember that I am capable,

That I am resilient.

Sometimes, the reflection in the mirror appears weakened, broken, and sad.

Sometimes, I cannot see because I cannot rest.

I am the whole universe,

Experiencing this tumult, just as everyone else, just as every other universe, just as you.

Together, we are changing, growing, enduring, evolving, and adapting.

Together, we can rest, and remember. 

Cheat Day

A poem I wrote on December 31, 2017, while contemplating the end of the year and the eventual end of us all. All rights reserved.

Beautiful life,

Where has the time gone?

Although some days I feel that the lack of wrinkles on my face betray the plentiful weight of my soul,

I am at that age when the world feels fragile

Where does the time go?

Does it take the hands of the dead

And escort them to the next life

Always remembering to turn around

And come back

For more and more of us each day?

Cheat Day

The past two weeks have been so busy. My candle wick has been burned down to a tiny little nub.

Here’s to a cheat day!

This is a poem that I wrote on January 8, 2018. Not that long ago!

Have a great weekend and as usual, see ya tomorrow, friends…

What’s in the sun’s rays?

It’s the boyish grin of a fella on a first date,

It’s the warm smile that a balding father gives to his kids,

It’s the delight of children who know that they picked the right day to play sick,

It’s the lonely eyes of the writer, the observer, who watches it all

Cheat Day #2

Guess who got a new client?

ME!

Guess who worked all day and now she’s kind of tired?

ALSO ME!

Guess who ate a lunchable, one half a cupcake, and two corndogs for dinner?

I am embarrassed to say that yes, it is also me.

My brain is kind of a block of cement right now. Not much going in or out in terms of creativity.

Buttttt, way back on March 15, 2006, my brain was working just fine and I wrote the poem below.

What do you think?

All rights reserved. You may not copy, share, or anything else other than read this poem silently, from your screen.

ENJOY!

Poem:

“I Won’t Be”

I won’t be a fairy tale.

Some times I’ll run away

And write unnecessary lines about love

And possibly about you

For an entire day,

But while you do

Whatever it is you do

While I am gone

Know that my heart never left

And my body is on the way back home.

 

I won’t be a princess.

Sometimes I throw my drawers on the floor

For a few moments

While I am in the shower

Or until the next day

When I’ll kick them to the other side of the door

But walk by them and think

Of how much I love you.

 

I won’t always be so nice.

I am fighting an internal and eternal struggle

Against pessimism and while I learn how to win

There will be some days

That I simply cannot explain

But know that no matter what

Your smile

Or an eye kiss

Or that thing you do when

You lean down at me and squint

Is all the reassurance I need

To win the battle going on inside.