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Senses
Sometimes we expect too much from ourselves. Push too hard, relax too little. The crusty little general inside barking out more orders than wishes, Not letting you get the rest you need, to heal your tired soul. At times like that you can feel burdened and overwhelmed. That is when it’s time to listen, Breathe.…
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Rat race
This life is an express train Rolling down the track Anytime someone cries They get no money back Tick, tick, tock Time marches on Faster than feelings, until the clock is gone Hyperventilating 101, Chronos doesn’t care. He flips the bird, Lets it fly, up into the air That’s it and thanks a lot, I’d…
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Rest stop
Tuesday is tired day this week. 48 + hours into another busy week, and my energy has stalled out, as though I forgot to fill the gas tank. I’m a cautious person, and have a tendency to fill up at half full, unlike those brave souls that live risky and wait until the needle has been…
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Fast forward
Today I was struck by how focused I’ve been this month. I’ve had a million things happening and I was scattered to the four winds, but I had the last few days where things seemed to Pause And I realized how much I’ve gotten done while feeling completely overwhelmed, sinking with my obligations. Today my…
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Mighty
Some days I feel so small, a tiny cog in a big wheel, ready to crush me under it’s uncaring weight. Alone in a group, Odd and out of place. Not quite in step With the rest of the human race. Then I remember what happens With giant machines. They may tremble and shake the…
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Unsettled
The feeling curls around my throat, Loose at first then becoming Tight, The coils of a python trapping me Within a tight embrace I wonder Will I escape? Shiny though the scales are, warm and smooth, Soft in the caress of death. Deceptively dangerous, I gasp for breath Searching for a last crumb Of release …
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The struggle
Sometimes I feel the urge to scream as long and loud as I can, rail against the wind, howling my anger against man. It bubbles out, as hot as pitch, and as dark as night, the twisting and growling as it leaves with a fight. When things become too much, and I need a break…
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Both of Me
Friday. A day that many weekday workers rejoice at, pray for, and anticipate all week long. I have become one of them since having babies 6 years ago. Before that, I knew the joy of 32 day weeks, 144 hour days, and months in a row without vacation. This is a much better speed of…