Sometimes I am just not in the mood for writing, but yet I have a lot of feelings. Poetry is one way of getting your feelings out without all the words. This is what came up today…
Exhaustion and despair, while hopeful and patient.
Everyday the same, with changing stories constantly.
My mind slips in and out, focused and forgetful.
Goals and purpose, replaced with survival and endurance.
There is a dawn each day, hope arrives and retreats.
Surrounded by love, remembering what matters.
Suffering is part of being human, our response is our choice, the one thing we control.
Seek the good, find the bright spots, honor the sorrow and keep going.