For Ronovan’s décima challenge, which this week is FLOAT.
Those who keep going, I admire:
Although we walk, life is a boat.
So hard to keep the ship afloat,
The seas themselves seem to conspire.
Let hope and love be my attire,
To never let the boat capsize,
To skill in sailing realize.
Even when the waves are choppy
May they not break serenity:
Enjoy the ride, sun in my eyes.
I don’t usually take part in DVerse’s prosery prompts, but when I saw today’s, coupled with Fandango’s one-word challenge, I just had to write something! The “prosery” line is, “Reading what I have just written, I now believe,” and it is from Louise Gluck.
Staring at the blank sheet of paper in front of me, pen in hand, I try to think of some “positive affirmations” that don’t reek of insincerity.
“I love my body.” No, not true at all.
“I appreciate my body.” Not as much of a stretch, but still a load of crap.
“There are good things about my body.” Hmmm…. Next.
“There might be good things about how I look.” Well, maybe, but I don’t see them.
“I am willing to believe that there might be good things about how I look.” It seems pitiful, but that I can accept, and it’s a step. One painful, tiny step in the journey.
Reading what I have just written, I now believe that recovery is maybe, at least a little bit, possible.
It’s one of those mornings. 🙄 I am sharing this with MLMM’s writing prompt, Tormented, because it fits the theme much better than what I wrote yesterday.
Ugly. Fat. means
Unwanted. Failure. since
Unintelligibly. Fearful brain
Won’t let her get off this
Ubiquitous, fettering train.
What magnitude earthquake
Will it take, to shake
Everything back into place?
How much work do we need
To exert, in order to
Return to rest again?
When fears cause lives
To freeze, can even clear
Reason melt steel anxiety?
At DVerse, for quadrille Monday, we are drumming! I have many positive associations with drums and drumming, so this was fun, but still difficult to write one that I wanted to share. Tell me what you think about this. 🙂
Words are pounding in my mind,
They can’t sneak out of this skull,
But need a pen as a conduit:
My heart speaks nervousness
As it drums against the lungs
Like bongos :
I need to let
The words go
They’ve been muted too much.
When life gives little healing balm,
When to escape I have an itch
And would give anything to switch,
I have to practice being calm.
There’s joy and pain inside each psalm.
I must believe that joy outweighs
Despair, and waits for a surprise,
Available to open eyes —
I’m ready for it to amaze,
But practice patience since pain stays.
This is for Linda G. Hill’s SoCS: Cave.
The human psyche’s cavernous
With many crannies and nooks —
All that’s in a single mind
Could fill up thousands of books!
Confusing it can be to map
Including hidden dangers,
Some people do not make the trek
And from themselves are strangers.
Today’s word challenge is “rage.” I decided to write an acrostic.
Red, fiery, ire-filled
Anger unstilled, no way to
Get it back behind the gate:
Expect extra casualties.