Tuesday, December 26, 2017

When things fade...

It's the day after Christmas. This year I felt oddly Christmas-y. The past few years I've not felt the spirit at all. But this year I put up a tree and a couple of wreaths and some lights. I wrapped gifts with gusto and even listened to some Christmas music of my own free will (jazzy Xmas). I enjoyed my friends, I appreciated my husband despite his bah-humbug attitude and I loved my family for being. I even didn't dwell on the fact that I really am not making enough money doing what I do and that my "career" really is a glorified hobby if you look at it on paper. Truth be told, I feel like I've wasted my life away and have very little of monetary value to show for it. My husband is talking about early retirement and says I'll have to start making more money and I'm terrified because I don't see how I'm going to do that. Yet... I have this odd sense of well being. I ask myself why.

I fell in love again - with life. I decided that life is too short to spend it agonizing about the things that aren't, the things that should be, the things that should have been, the way things were supposed to turn out... what a waste of energy. You just do. It may sound like an oversimplification or even irresponsible. But I don't want to spend my last good 10-15 years not enjoying myself. Yes, I'm now of an age where I know my body maybe only have another 10 or 15 years left of health and vitality. Who knows? Maybe I don't even have that much time left? Maybe I'm a ticking time bomb and time has started to count down quickly unbeknownst to me? I just don't want to spend whatever time I may have left being sad about the things that aren't.

So I took stock of some relationships that aren't being properly nurtured, through no faulty of my own. I made the decision to stop being sad that this person or that person isn't making more of an effort to be present in my life. If they can't see the value of keeping up the relationship then I need to focus on the people in my life who are actually making an effort. And I need to decide who I want to spend time with. Who are the people who fill me with joy and a sense of peace and well being? I need to be clear about who those people are and then I need to nurture those connections. I will stop twisting myself into a pretzel trying to make sense of people whose actions do not match their words. If you're not present, you're not present.

I will also spend more time in places that make me feel happy. My surroundings have always mattered to me. I feel calmer and more peaceful when I'm surrounded by beautiful. And it doesn't need to be much. It could be the one clematis I planted in the backyard or it could be the bed being made up and being neat for once. It could be me sitting on a rock in a park staring at the trees on a fall day. Or watching the waves touch sand while I read on the beach. It might even be me curled up in my favorite chair with a good book. Whatever it is on a given day, I resolve to really enjoy it.

So I say good-bye to the things that I have allowed to torment me. The people I have let zap my energy and steal my sleep. I will let those things go. They're already fading quickly behind me. I see road before me. Some of the terrain will be rocky and perilous, but the light is ahead of me leading the way. What's behind me is already fading. Fading into the dark.

Saturday, December 16, 2017

Weak.

You been givin’ me a weak kinda luv
Don’t understand what you want
I thought you fit like a glove.

You been givin’ me an earful of trash
I can’t believe what I’m hearin’
All I get is table scraps.

You been tellin’ me a pack full of lies
My heart was bumpin’ and a thumpin’
While yours was churning out the ice.

You been cryin’ tears you squeeze from your eyes
I hadn’t sleep for a month
I missed your touch, that was not wise. 

You been sayin' your love is all and all
But you don’t put it to my body
You just hide behind your wall.

You say this and you say that and you say more
I think I finally got it straight
There’s not one thing you say that’s pure.

You been givin’ me a weak kinda luv
I think I understand now
You’ll never be here anyhow.

You keep saying that you want to be with me
But there you are inside your cage
Although I've given you a key.

You been givin' me a shitty kind of luv
I'm finally seeing the light.
I'm finally heading for that door.

One two three, and four and five and six and eight
This luv felt nice in the beginning
But my freedom now feels great.

Nine and Ten, and Eleven and thirteen
Don't even need to count well
To know this doesn't end with WE.

Mmmmm mmmm mmmm mmm hmmmmm hmmm hmmm
Feels good to finally get loose
My boots are going on parade.

BuhBye.


Friday, December 8, 2017

Sacrificial Lamb

Oh how you've enjoyed your
Sacrificial lamb
So sweet and soft to hold
So meek and mild and tame.

Oh, let her breathe
You'll just slaughter all her friends
While she watches and is grateful
That her tiny head was spared.
After all…
You love her.

Oh how you've been sweet to your
Sacrificial lamb
When she cried all week after you slay her mom.
You combed her silken wool
And fed her from the trough
“There, there, sweet lamb, I love you most of all.”

Oh, let her bathe
In your loving light
You give her honey and sugar and delights
Maybe she'll forget the blood that dyed her wool
The evening she ran forward towards the woods.
You caught her by her hoof
And dragged her to the pen
And held her down to help her heal her wounds
How could you let her go?
The pain would be too great
Impossible, you love her most of all.

Oh how you've enjoyed your
Sacrificial lamb
She bleats all night a sad and sullen song
How special that she sings you lullabies.

Oh, you loved her so
Until she grew those fangs
And learned to dig her way through rock and stone.
How you felt betrayed
How could she be so cruel?
She bit your cuff and spit blood on your shoe.
With heavy heart you slay
Your sacrificial lamb
She never would again dare be so bold.

Oh how you've enjoyed
Your sacrificial lamb
So sweet and soft…
You'll have to start again.

Sunday, December 3, 2017

Bandaid 1

I feel myself slowly peeling away
Away from you
Tight plucking pulling away
Each tug a wincing stab
To follow each careless action you rubbed into the wound.
Like underestimating my desire
Telling me your want of another while keeping me hungry
Pluck pluck pluck
I impassively listen
While pieces of me are ripped right up
Like a rat escaping a glue trap
You in the other house - oblivious.
Tug tug tug
Careless selfishness
Your own needs superseding mine
You offer no compromise
Slowly the numbness sets in
The fervent desire softens to a dull ache
Rip rip rip
Miraculously
I feel nothing
Nothing at all
I must be healed.