Fitting In/Or Not

I go through phases

In and out

Open and closed

Shy and outgoing

Consistancy eludes

When it comes to people

Fragile and sensitive

Strong and able

Wrapped up in a tattered blanket

Of even more tattered self esteem

Grabbing hold of others

Accomplishments

For there are few of my own

Decades of providing

Decades of being someone to someone else

Decades of pushing my needs away

Angry

At the only one who lies at fault

Myself

I choose to run

Before anyone gets close enough

To notice the color of my eyes

The tint of my hair

The slight tremor of my hands

There is no single place where I fit

I have seen a little

Of a lot

Lived through the harrowing consequences of my humanness

Moving through ordeals quickly

Too fast to take notes

To take notice

My knowledge is deep and pure

Instincts to survive are catlike and intact

Connections made easily

Yet remain not precisely maintained

That would require

Fitting in

With others

The truth is

I  don’t fit in

With me

March 27, 2013

Coventry CT

Spotless

There was an explosion

Toxic, previously compressed debris

Everywhere

Yet

Their white coats remained pristine

And spotless

As they took copius notes

*****

March 16, 2013

Coventry CT

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Winter and I

The degrees drop

The wind bites

The days so short

And long the nights

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Bones feel brittle

And ache with pain

The body reacts

With strengh to sustain

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Awaken slowly

Shuffling along

Sipping hot coffee

With a desire to prolong

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Push into the day

That beckons ahead

When push comes to shove

I’d rather go back to bed

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Obligations to meet

I’m the responsible one

So much to do

Before anything fun

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A simple routine

Excecuted with care

Washing and sweeping

And cooking with flair

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Me and my apron

One and the same

I don it each day

With more pride than shame

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Too cold to go out

That’s one excuse

No one to go with

With me, the recluse

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It’s not ordinary

Nor boring or dull

What I do with my life

Keeps me quite full

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A winter’s night

A dreary season

Offset with scents

To adjust my reason

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Baked goods galore

Candles alight

Gloom on the outside

Yet inside so bright

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Winter and I

We get along well

I’m a homebody you know

With few dreams to quell

February 21, 2013

Coventry CT

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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What I Need To Say To Them. One At A Time.

I think of you, my sister, my two brothers, often. I think of then and now. I think of what could be and what could have been had things turned out differently for us. I think of the final crack in the foundation that held us together and the barrier that remains, so strong that things between us will never be cohesive again. There is rarely a day that goes by that I do not regret all of the things that keep us apart. Regardless, I have things to say to you all.

To my sister, Linda

I admire you for so many  reasons and always have. You came to my aid countless times. Your wisdom, humor and strength pulled me out of the muck more times than I care to count. I remember them all, from when I was a girl confused about what was happening to my body on that day. You know the day. The day I could not go to mom because that talk we were suppose to have, never happened. You were my hero that day. Helping me understand what I needed to do to take care of myself. Helping me not feel so ashamed and confused.

You came running one night when I was paralyzed with depression, unable to move from the chair I was in. Unable to find the will to go on. Broken down and hopeless. You showed up and talked me through that horrible night. You gave me reasons to hang on and reminded me who I was.

You were here, watching over me after my hysterectomy went wrong. As the abscess was unknowingly growing and reeking havoc in my body until there was no recourse but to call the professionals in. I know I scared you to death because of the pain I was in, yet you stayed to comfort me with everything you had. You were there when nobody else was.

I know I called you for help many more times than you did for me. I know how unbalanced things were between us. In between, we managed to squeeze in some great times together. The years are etched in my book of life, as good ones.

You showed up on my birthday one year, in the August heat and made a sanctuary for me in the forsythia. I came home to the surprise of a lifetime. You were hot, sweaty and dirty from all of the work you did to create that special little spot. You lifted and carried heavy pieces of granite for stepping-stones into the secret garden. You outdid yourself with creativity and hard work to make something so special just for me.

I admire your conviction to your beliefs. I admire the huge, blind leap you took to leave your life in the United States and move to El Salvador to fulfill your calling in life. I admire what you have achieved in two years and that your path in life has moved beyond any boundaries that you were previously held back by. You have shown me that a dream can come true if you have faith enough to let go and jump.

To you my sister, these are things I need to say to you today. There will be another time to say things to our brothers, today is for you and only you. My sister, my best friend, my family.

Love,

Me

From my sister to me:

I am overwhelmed with gratitude and love for you sis and deeply humbled by your words! A sister is a special gift from God and I am so glad that God gave you to me for my sister. I too have so many wonderful memories of times you were there for me. A special birthday surprise picnic basket and many other little special things that only you would know that I like waiting for me in my little house when I got home from work, hours and hours of listening as when I was wound up about something or other. Many tasty little treats prepared with so much love – the S& P that no party was complete without. My big scary trip to the dentist and how you lovingly took care of me – sis I could write a book on how much I love you and and all the wonderful little things you did for me and for all those you love. You are very special and I am blessed to call you my family and I will love you for all of eternity which we will share with our Lord Jesus – no more tears, no more pain, no more suffering and I long for that day when nothing will every separate us from the love of Christ or each other!!!! Thank you sis for your words – They touched me very deeply! ♥
This entry was posted on July 26, 2012. 7 Comments

Miles of Milestones

Today, July 2, 2012 marks the one year anniversary of my final radiation treatment. Strength, confidence and energy have slowly returned. For that, I am grateful.

A marker placed

In a calender year

Each milestone noted

With a smile and tear

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The day when it happened

The day that I knew

The day it was over

Oh how those days flew

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Marking time

No so long past

Reliving memories

That piled up fast

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Some of sheer terror

Some full of sorrow

Some filled with happiness

That there will be tomorrows

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I shall place an X

On each milestone event

While collecting the miles

From this detour I’ve been sent

******

July 2, 2012

Coventry CT

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I Don’t Feel Like

I don’t feel like

Cutting in a straight line

Following the directions

Or learning how to do it

The right way

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I don’t feel like

Answering the phone

Hearing that hesitation

Listening for that voice

Because the payment is late

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I don’t feel like

Thinking about food

Handling food

Preparing food

Waiting for people to eat the food

Or even eating the food myself

Because it upsets me

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I don’t feel like

Going to the mailbox

Shuffling the paperwork

Dealing with the dollars and cents of it all

Because there is not enough

To go around

Anymore

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I don’t feel like

Talking

Pretending

Smiling

Laughing

All the time

Because that is not how I feel

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I do feel like

Walking on the beach

Smelling flowers

Sitting under a blanket

With one of my children

Crying

Healing

Forgetting

Petting cats and kittens

Being alone

Not being alone

Giving

And receiving

Because these things

Make me feel

Alive

******

All the things

I don’t feel like doing

And all the things

I do

Make up a life

Of a woman

A mother

And everything else

I am

*****

Interchangeable

Flexible

Manageable

Likes

Dislikes

Life

June 8, 2012

Coventry CT

 

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It’s Time

Sometimes it is easier to pretend that it’s okay rather than being truthful. The truth hurts. For now, even if the only way I can be free is by putting it into words, then so be it. It’s time to take my heart and move away from the source of all its damage. I deserve love and to be loved.  I deserve help when I ask for help and all the people in my real world who have turned their backs to me during the hardest times, I have nothing left for you. Your help could have made a difference. The truth.

It’s time for my heart to move on

Move away

From broken promises

From broken love

From a broken back

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It’s time for the pain to ease

To be free

To have the burden lifted

To stop making deals

Pretending that it’s okay

When it’s not okay at all

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It’s time to put you out

Of your comfort zone

Where it’s easy to come and go

And run

And avoid

And neglect

*****

It’s time to refuse excuses

And procrastination

And worse

A threadbare sheet can not be mended

The tread tangles

And makes a mess

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It’s time for my heart

To be unavailable

For compromise

And forgiveness

It all blows up

And the victim in me has had enough

For a lifetime

******

It’s time for you to go

Be gone

Take with you

You misery

You apathy

Your cruelty

Leave me alone

******

It’s time for me to admit

That without him

I

will

be

happy

again

*****

May 30, 2012

Coventry CT