For today’s blog update, I have 2 poems that I wrote today. One of them, the cherita, was inspired partly by a prior FOWC (yesterday’s, which was the word “prior.” 🙂 ). The second poem is a mirror cinquain. Some of these things I just have to get out….
"Not in Remission" "Some people have got real problems." Sometimes stuff happens which makes Everything prior seem inconsequential. Anxiety came, depression deepened, perfectionism Metastatized and I even after everything Still feel that cancer crawling in my bones.
So much Adversity Going on day to day, Feeling like Atlas, what weight to Carry! Hold it For a moment, many moments, So much awareness of Consolation Often.
The people who see me at church usually think I’m vivacious and extroverted; someone recently called me “a delight to be around,” and a coworker became one of the roughly 30 people who have declared me “adorable.” That’s really funny because it’s not like I’m lying about who I really am, yet spend a couple of hours in my brain on more or less ANY day, and you’ll see how wrong that perception is! It’s paradoxical.