Facing stiff headwinds,
I tack and then tack again
but keep losing ground.
The losses pile on.
New normals replace old ones,
scarce time to adjust.
To find peace I pray,
"teach me how to live like this" *
and to do it well.
**** On Life's Journey
Research shows that, “in all cultures, the conviction that one’s predicament is hopeless may cause or hasten disintegration and death.” [Jerome and Julia Frank, Persuasion and Healing] The tools available to me to fight this disease are limited. Could it be that keeping hope alive is the strongest weapon in my arsenal?
6 comments:
Such a great poem as we all face headwinds! Hope you are doing well
Beautifully written. Thank you, and best wishes! From another MSer with... issues... too.
Your poem describes perfectly how we live each day. Some days, that little craft gets tossed and blown in the raging storm, but we come out just a little scuffed. Yes, Robert's talent leaves me in awe!
Kim, so nice to hear from you! I'm glad you liked the poem.
Robert, my thanks to you for your inspiring quote, which I have come to use frequently in my daily life.
Muff, yes, it's a new "adventure" every day. So far, we've mostly managed to stay afloat. We're scuffed but tenacious.
Hi Judy, Perfect poem! So true> The sailboat caught my eye and mind. I just did a sailboat zentangle. Am posting soon. Have a great week! Mary
Mary, I look forward to your zentangle. I'm glad you liked my poem. I suspect we have all experienced what it feels lime to keep losing ground despite our best efforts.
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