Not Poetry
The following writing are what fell out of my mind on 2/2/2021 - 2/3/2021 I wrote, folded the pages, and then went about the rest of my day hoping for the best.
I even told D.B. I'd written something that I'd show him..because he'd claimed he wanted to work on talking about the 'emotion stuff' this time around. FYI- He didn't want to read it. I should have known.
Then the 💩 hit the fan on the 4th when he started refusing a conversation to resolve the hurtful thing he said that upset me horribly the evening prior. He wouldn’t let me talk to him about what I kept telling him I desperately needed to discuss.
Sections:
- What If?
- Tired
- Silence
- Fear
What If
I want you to have more peace and see the point and purpose of your life.. But what if this is it, or something close to it?
What if this is as good as it gets? Can you be grateful for what is?
What if today is our last day?
Will you still be too busy with your responsibilities to notice that the one you placed at the very bottom of your list wasn't guaranteed to always be around to complete once things got easier?
What if we only have a year, a day, a week, a month?
Where will 'we' fall in importance?Will I still be ranked below that horrible frustration you feel inside?? Will your pride keep being prioritized over your mental health and me too?
What if the only prize you get for denial is a lonely life you hate more than the one you were originally hiding from?
Running, running, running.
Seeing all that isn't right.. resenting everything that is not as you think it should be..
What if always fleeing makes you remain stuck in the same endless loop of dissatisfaction?
What if you actually slow down? If you stopped searching for more, maybe you would come to find you have an abundance of goodness to appreciate already.
What if the reason nothing ever feels like enough is because you aren’t open to seeing what’s truly there?
What if your hurt, anger, and fear have you blind to all that can bring you pleasure, joy, and security?
What if while you're stuck angry over how better hasn't arrived yet, you let what could be the best thing in your life become nothing but another regret?
What if this life is harder for some than it should be?
What if knowing that makes the good moments and opportunities around us seem like not enough or like something that slows down getting to what's 'better?'
What if I am a really good thing?
What if my heart, support, mind and company are worth more than the false comforts and certainties you seek?
What if you pause your disappointment and frustration with what’s wrong long enough to see what is right, as well as what is right in front of you?
What if I tell you I believe in you..and that everything can be ok?
What if I tell you that it will never be the absolute best or all you've ever dreamt of… but that a messy, difficult life can be unimaginably wonderful and worth appreciating?
Can you see and appreciate me even if you aren't where you think you should be?
Can you make plans, take deep breaths and set goals while still cherishing what you already have?
Can imperfect be enough?
Am I enough?
More importantly, do you think you are enough? Because you are.