When life gives you lemons
Squeeze all you can out of ‘em
Take that tart juice, add some water
Sweeten it with some self-love
Then pour that lemonade
Out into the world
And celebrate your alchemy!
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For the gathousandth time
I look in my own eyes
Searching for a glimpse of her
The girl I was
All I see is shadowy pain
Dimmed promise
Blighted hope
Battered belief
I search still
Who is left in there
Whose pain is being reflected
Whose fatigue
Whose caution and fear
If eyes are the window to the soul
It’s time to move
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Sometimes I struggle with life
With living it, that is
I love it, this life
But it’s hard sometimes
And when I am in the struggle
When I feel like life is against me
I forget I’m not alone in it
Everyone’s lives look so easy compared to mine
And I feel so weary
But eventually, the struggle passes
And I return to myself again
Everything is not rainbows and moonbeams
But I can feel the presence of others again
And I no longer feel so…
On my own against the world
And that makes all the difference
Inspired by The Daily Post Archived Daily Word Prompt: struggle
There’s a wound I hang on to
Like a cavity I won’t get filled
I finger it with my tongue
Test it out each time, anew
Is the pain still there? Yes, it is
This old friend, this pain that feels like me
Invisible hand
Grips my neck
Stifles my breath
Can’t break free
Of me, yet not
If I drown it
I drown me
Forlorn once was I
No hope was in sight
I’d fought hard to live
But felt I’d lost the fight
Were it not for my cats
Wouldn’t’ve made it through
How sad that’ve been
For I’d never’ve met you
Mightn’t I just lay down now
I’m so tired
Passed bone-weary last year
Let me just go to sleep
And never waken
Wish my beloveds a sweet farewell
There’s never been a moment of peace
I think I’ve earned some at this point
Maybe this has all been a random experiment
And my cell, never one that was expected to live
Maybe I beat the odds having come this far anyway
Maybe the Universe will sigh a sigh of relief when I let go
Maybe
Today I bid thee farewell, my special unhappiness
You have been a steady companion lo these many years
You have held my hand and held me back
Kept me safe, yes, but also kept me on the outside
Looking in at my own life
I thought you were a force beyond my grasp
I thought you were put inside me
That I was a host and you had taken root
Turns out that like Dorothy in The Wizard of Oz
I have had the key all along
All it takes is this: my decision to let you go
I am sovereign over my own self
And I no longer want you here, in the driver’s seat
So farewell, my old friend
I am sure you will raise your voice now and then
But I choose to no longer recognize your power
So you may wish to find a new dwelling
My heart is full of other things now
There is no space for you here
“In theory, I have a wonderful life,” she said to no one in particular, pulling the bedcover back over her head, unable to face yet another day.
I lay, spent, numb
My pain suspended in the discomfort
The known sedation of having gorged
More appealing than tolerating my escalating feelings
Too-full-ness better than emptiness
Physically weakening myself somehow feels like power
For an all-too-brief moment
I am calm, the fear and dread are quiet
And being alive in this body feels almost OK
Until it doesn’t, again
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