Ok, there's a new theme for this week, and personally, I'm kind of happy about it. But there are a few housekeeping things that need to be discussed first:
1) Happy Birthday Mom!!!!! Yep, It's her birthday. She's 29 and fabulous! Unfortunately, being a themed week, it makes it awfully difficult to write something for her birthday.
2) Do you believe it? I haven't missed a day yet! Haven't have to do a two-fer because I was out of town, etc. Nothing like that at all! Not too bad, I think!
OK, so there wasn't as much housekeeping as I thought might need to be done. I can live with that. Let's get on with the poetry!!!!
The Bottom
Always looking up,
moving, fighting, sinking, pulling,
finally touching ground.
Suddenly, a firm base.
Solid. Steadfast.
It hit me, then.
Nowhere left to fall.
No hiding, no running, no games.
No slipping, no grasping, no struggling.
Just being.
There's no more energy to waste,
no more chasing after ghosts that aren't there.
No more crying, no more dying.
Just breathe.
I get to ask the question again,
it haunts me, follows me everywhere,
asking the same thing, demanding an answer -
even though the answer doesn't matter anymore.
As long as I have one.
It screams at me in my sleep:
"Who am I?"
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