Some days, the pain is only a 3
Other days, it is a 7
Occasionally, it soars to a 10
but it doesn't last long
It doesn't bruise
But my eyes look tired
My face tells all
My mask is weakened
The pain presses against the mask
Begging it to fall away
Because it's too tight
With pain comes swelling
and inflammation
But no outward signs
So no one knows
To handle me with care
But my body screams
For sweet relief
That never comes
So with each new day
With grace and mercy
With forgiveness and love
Come aches and pains
Unreachable and untouchable
Incurable and Indescribable
The scale goes to 10
Today was a 12
Saturday, December 14, 2013
Tired
...of headaches
...of heartaches
...of mis-understandings
...of un-knowings
...of coming up short
(and not because of my height)
...of bumping my head on that glass
...of not-enough-ness
...of lists that offer insight but no solutions
So, I will sleep
Until I am no longer tired.
Reverendsister's Ink ©2013
...of heartaches
...of mis-understandings
...of un-knowings
...of coming up short
(and not because of my height)
...of bumping my head on that glass
...of not-enough-ness
...of lists that offer insight but no solutions
So, I will sleep
Until I am no longer tired.
Reverendsister's Ink ©2013
Monday, December 2, 2013
Every fail is not epic
So, I'm just posting this to say that I failed in my mission to post every day in the month of November, but that failure to reach the goal was in no way epic. I am going to be kind to myself and resist the use of the term epic for this failure. John Maxwell fans are acquainted with the term "failing forward" and that is what this is. I did not achieve the goal of writing and posting for November 2013 but it's not the end of the world. Advent awaits and I will try again! I will move forward...again and again! Won't you come along for the ride? I hope so! Gotta go refill the kitty so that I will have more to post in the days to come!
Shalom!
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