Dismal, black, steel clouds
stiched with silver-threaded hope
look up, not down, joy!
Little girl, smiles, hopes
big brown eyes, waiting, watching
Adopt me, please, grins.
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Hope, is no longer
Bereft of tears, I am rock
Living to learn this.
Spirit stabbed, sharp, heart
Beating weakly, tears flowing
Get back to the Path.
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Fish says “Follow Me!”
Separate from negative
Choice: quick decision.
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Photo LAF Photography
Related post: Energy
Physical and Emotional Energy
Energy, or lack thereof, is one of the main complaints of all the varied yet connected physical illnesses I have. I honestly don’t remember what energy feels like anymore, except for the brief time when I was on Prednisone. I felt half my age and filled with methamphetamines. The world looked bright, I appreciated every second of being in that world, I felt grandiose, I was so happy to have this reprieve to what I perceived as “back to normal.”
When I had to taper down slowly I understood that this was not a drug to take for a long time. But, I distinctly remember when the drug disappeared from my body. Similar to the colorful, glorious leaves in Autumn slipping slowing to the ground until none were left… .. I looked up and saw only dry, miserable lonely branches. I remember specifically the day that the medicine left my body completely, I put my head in my arms and sobbed. There was an old movie called “Cocoon,” where elderly people were given the gift of youth for a short time, their bodies replenished, their illnesses healed, their faces back to their youthful selves. They seemed so happy until the potion wore off.
Of course the potion wore off, doesn’t it always? Aging is inevitable, loss of hearing, sight, lack of energy. I have been without that energy, that youthful quality for over seven years now but not just from aging gracefully, I could handle that. I am lying in bed with my back twisted, the heating pad behind me, feeling quite sorry for myself for actually being disappointed that I had to cancel a dentist appointment because of back pain. If that’s not pathetic, what is? It was a place to go, to get out of bed, leave the house and drive, to talk to new people, nice people, unknown people.Who understands this except other people with these disorders?
I blame my Thyroid (Hashimoto’s Thyroiditis) and Fibromyalgia for my lack of energy yet I blame the nasty, hateful people around me for draining me, for stripping me of happy energy for my soul. They are not to blame, however, I blame myself for allowing them to do that. I control me. This is my responsibility, not their responsibility. Let them rip each other apart if they want to, I don’t have to be involved with it anymore. That is my choice.
I will control whatever energy I have left. Physically and Spiritually.
LAF Photography
The Secret Garden (Photo credit: @Doug88888)
We all have something we’d like to write about, but that doesn’t really “fit” our blog. Write it anyway. See all answers
No way. The things I want to write about are the secrets I promised not to tell, at least as long as the people are alive. After that, my choice. I don’t think it’s a matter of “fit” it’s more of a matter of morality and character.
Fantasize all you want, dream a little dream but one still needs to live in THIS world and hurting people on purpose is really not my style. Sometimes stories need to be shared, other times they need to be buried. It’s not always an easy decision. Just be true to yourself, you will find the answer.
secret & oublié (Photo credit: andrefromont/fernandomort)
Staircase Do I believe in fate? Absolutely. There are no coincidences in Life, things happen for a reason. You need to keep your mind, heart and soul open and learn from every experience, good and bad. Learn the lesson you needed to learn, at least try. Move on and grow. Life is a series of little steps, just master one little step at a time, all you can do is try. Keep on trying and don’t give up. Start at your own beginning.
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