roses and rants

This has been a hard couple of days for many of us. When I struggle, reach peak-disregulation, I write. And writing isn't always pretty. I don't always write what I would love to read. Or see. I can't always write a bouquet of roses, because in that moment of disregulation I am anything but a bouquet of roses. So, my little hope is that these not so pretty words, though true, might speak to your heart. If not, disregard. I'm all for self-care--honoring and prioritizing your needs. Writing the angry frustrated poems and filling our homes with flowers; flowers that ighten our days, fill our homes with beautiful smells, remind us to keep hoping for beautiful days ahead.

Today's poem:

angry woman

no one wants to read

the poem by the angry

woman who rants

about everything but

the thing she’s really

angry about, the one

who snaps at your

ridiculous question,

how are you when you

know she spent all

night sleeping on

the cold cement floor

of an underground

parking garage, or

the one who is pushy

in line at the grocery

store because she’s

been away from home

already for seven and

a half minutes, the

longest she’s been

away from home since

this began, she forgets

what they are calling

this this time, or the

one who sends you

a nasty gram via

text because you

haven’t checked in

on her in a few hours

and why would you

anyway because

she’s angry all the

time, because the

ones she is really

angry at are the ones

making her feel

like a marionette,

who leave her

sleepless, unable

to do anything but

find odd chores to

to cure the foggy

brain, and confused

trying to hope

but wondering when

this will all end. No

one wants to read

about the woman

who has totally lost

it, can’t remember

a damn thing she

learned in meditation

or yoga or the

gazillion self-help

books sitting on

her bookshelf. Right

across from her.

Right now. But, this

is the only one

she can write. Because

it is true. And maybe

truth is exactly what she

needs right now.

May we all be safe...