Writing It Out ~ Lame Attempt At Poetry

The women from Grey’s dance it out.  I write it out.  Today I found a journal of mine from May 2000.  What a blast from the past.

As I strolled down memory lane re-reading my prose, I realized the more things change, the more they stay the same.  So much for growth. I am done.  Not growing.  I am done complaining.  I am tossing my minor cares to the wind.  Grateful for everything I have which is plentiful.

She’s going down

Ready to blow

At the end of her rope

Thinking up things

That may never come true

Not knowing

Which way to move

Damned if you do

Damned if you don’t

Creating inertia

Continue to float

In a sea of morass

All the while knowing

This too shall pass

As always, more to come.

7 thoughts on “Writing It Out ~ Lame Attempt At Poetry

    1. That was written the day I posted it as an attempt to get the sad thoughts out of my head. The 18 year diary was mostly me whining. It is funny what used to upset me. Small potatoes to what life has thrown at me since.


      1. I still dip into my travel diaries from when I was 18 and backpacking around the world, they are naive but I can see the person who I am today developing through the writing. One day I’ll publish some excerpts, with spelling mistakes and over enthusiastic grammar!

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