Stitched Poetry for “the hurting time”

“Do you know that there’s a halfway world between each ending and each new beginning? It’s called the hurting time… It’s a bog; it’s where your dreams and worries and forgotten plans gather. Your steps are heavier during that time. Don’t underestimate the transition... [and if you can, create something]” — Nina George [and me]

 Isolation doesn’t have to be lonely,

ink your feels

with me.

 do remember the dead,

but don’t forget to be

grateful for the living

If you love all

of me (heart, brain, mouth),

we will blossom together.

for Poets and Storytellers United (Writers’ Pantry #17: Growing Safety)

You Are Easy to Love

“You’ve got to jump off cliffs all the time and build your wings on the way down.” —Annie Dillard

The world is growing darker. Fate is showing teeth, and what used to be a smile is starting to look a lot like a sneer. Pain and Uncertainty are weaving a dread-kissed shroud around everything—all our souls see, all our breastbones feel… seems to reach us through the taint of hurt. These days, it’s hard to love the world and even harder not to renounce all hope. But it’s so easy to love (and care for) you always.

on your birthday, give

your Self the gift of knowing

how much you matter

the wee notes…

- when I first became seriously ill, I used to feel wretched every time I thought about how difficult my illness was on loved ones who had to spend so much of their time helping me through it. Who wants to be a burden, right? I remember thanking my Piano Man over and over… And I remember him telling me that helping me made him feel better (I didn’t always believe him). Then, someone I love became seriously ill. And all I can think about is that I (and everyone who loves her) would do anything to make her life easier, to remind her how much she matters. Today is her birthday, and I wish her strength, health, smiles (and wings).  

- linked to Poets and Storytellers United (Weekly Scribblings #16: Re-Verse) and to the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads’ prompt for April 22^nd: Poets of April

- and as always, stay safe.

Rebirth, by Patricia Ariel