When you buy something you get a receipt, just in case it doesn’t work, it is the wrong size or you find you already have one. Why can’t love be returnable?
It makes us feel alive
It gets old
It gets uncomfortable
It makes us reminisce the past
It becomes work
It drags us down
It makes us wish for freedom
Excuse me sir
May I see the manager
I have my receipt
I want my heart back
I have failed in the past and this new, shiny love is opening different avenues for me, but will it last? Will it fizzle and sputter. I put a lot of one-sided work in on past misfortunes that collapsed. I hope I have a little fight left in me, as this feels worth it. Only time will tell.
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – receipt
If you all haven’t noticed, I am back at it. Got in a flare this past week and got about a week behind (I was already a couple of days behind just because of life). With a flare it is SUPER hard to concentrate, at least with this flare it was. I am finally coming out of it today and almost feel human again. The pain has let up (never gone), I am more focused and not napping every hour. It was a pretty intense one.
Up and onward to better things though! I will devote as much time as I can to WP and try to regain some of the week before the month is up. If I can just salvage a little free time in between doctor appointments, pool therapy and errands, maybe I can get this done soon.
I am off now to read some wonderful posts from some of my favorite writers – YOU! Here’s hoping everyone is having a good week and ready for hump day!
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – salvage
Fandango asks us to reach back into our archieves and find a post on this day in a past year to share again. Maybe you have seen it before and maybe it is new to you, but it gets the dust off of it for a bit to see the light of day again.
This week I am lucky enough to have a poem I wrote a few years back for St. Patrick’s Day that I will share with you today. This was written in 2017.
Depression does things to you… like makes your toothbrush the enemy. Why bother? No one will be smelling my breath today as I hide out at home afraid of my own shadow not to mention the entire world outside of the door.
No, I am no longer at that point. I worked very hard to get here where I wanted to brush my teeth again. And more importantly I wanted to brush them for ME. Surprisingly after my last bout of depression I went to the dentist and had no new cavities, just a loose old filling. Makes me glad I have been making a strong effort this year to improve things. All one step at a time, or one tooth brushed at a time.
Bonus! Even though it hurts to admit that it was nearly 45 years ago as I kid I went to the theater several times to see this move, (45 years? Can’t be, can it?) I have to say this is one scene I memorized fast. Even at the movies I picked up on ad jingles.
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – toothbrush
Fandango asks us each Friday to share an older post from this date in a previous year. This week we are jumping back to 2018 to a poem I wrote for the daily word prompt “above.”
Taking a walk I glance above, At the blue sky, And wonder what The skies look like Where you are. Could it be possible We are both enjoying A walk in the sunshine, At the same time, Feeling the same warmth Radiating down on us; Connecting us for a moment On an mystical plane, Together once again?