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.
J-Dub's Grin and Bear It 
good stuff, was that from the diary? Its better than i’d ever do. Poetry is somewhat of a mystery to me
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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.
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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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Actually, that’s pretty good!
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Thanks! 😊
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You could have linked this to Fandango’s new challenge FOWC by using inertia. Anyway I liked your poem.
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I love a challenge. Will check it out.
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