This week has been a little tough for me, and I don't want to get too personal as to why. I honestly struggled a bit to write something worthwhile for my readers to enjoy or think about. However, I guess I'll go back to my old tactic when in doubt: speaking solely on the present emotions. I've always done this in writings past, no doubt, but today, it feels a bit more raw. I've taken time alone to feel and move forward. I hope that, for another person out there, this writing piece means anything at all to them. The time we are in is weird and overwhelming, but in my spirit, I know we'll get through. Thank you for everyone's continuous support. I am with you for strength.
The wind was unkind, as it swirled
Cold and unfavorable wisps in my mind
Assuredness changed into worry and
Turned hot in the storm
Ever-present anxiety loomed in the air
Transfixed on transforming into despair
Who am I in a time when I felt
Sure and at peace?
In the beginning, there was an idea
Of being and transitioning safely into
Goals or dreams and remaining steady
Somewhere, along the way, those ideals
Softened and ran thin, like paint
When left out in the rain
There was no reason this was happening
Other than to protect myself
But, stress can be the very weapon we use against ourselves
Not even realizing we hurt more
Odd and weird the present is
Surely there are others who feel the same
Powering down, disconnecting, and quiet
What a powerful combination if I've ever seen!
Alone and tranquil, the images of what I have
How things could be worst
Thinking of others who have no other options
In seemingly dark times, gratefulness is like milk to the young
It nourishes and reminds
It strengthens us and humbles us
My mother said those very words,
'It could be worst.'
She was right
Eyes turned toward the floor,
I looked to the sky once more
Kept a mental note of what I was grateful for
And let the storm pass once again