Hey long time no see guys! 🐱
There is an element of mystery wrapped up within this post. Possibly unconsciously done…but definitly related to the fact that I have been binge watching Once Upon a Time.
Most assuredly in an effort to
drag I mean gracefully carry myself through the month of January.
Anyone else? Any Oncers fans out there? Or anyone so glad that the weather isn’t so horrid? (If your weather is still horrid I’m sorry, spring will come.)
For those of us couped up with an assortment of pets and small children, last week was probably particularly rough for you. It was for me too.
The weather was impossibly horrid and everyone was holed up inside, stepping on feet, getting on nerves…it was a mess. I was a mess.
I thought back to last September, when I faced an overwhelming situation of a different sort. I had just discovered I was expecting my 3rd child, and I felt 100% in over my head.
But instead of steeping in my difficult thoughts, I wrote them down. Writing poetry has always been a healing therapy for my ruffled feathers and emotions.
I wrote about how perfect I wanted to be, how perfect I was (at times) trying to be. How I dispised what was perfect, but craved it at the same time. I craved to see perfection within myself, which is impossible. Yet I think I needed to write these deep mullings down in order to let the truth begin to sink in.
Shortly thereafter, I began a study on the Proverbs 31 woman, described in Proverbs 31:10-31.
Who she was. Who she could be. Her possibilities and strengths and challenges.
Will I write more on the topic? That remains to be seen…in the meantime, I hope you enjoy these scribblings from last September.
How I do try
I sweat those tears
to banish fears.
Beds get made
The workload fades
How I wish!
Memories are messes paid
I search and cannot see
Proverbs 31, bound and full
Inside of me
This brittle, broken woman
Full of holes, the one who ran
Ran from perfection,
Yet always pursued it, deepest inflection.
This poem is my own. All photos are from pixabay.