Present

I am losing ground,

disinterest piling up,
suffocating – I moan

childish communication
enraged, and humiliated,
hurt; my opinion more

impulse than acceptable
relatives bitch, correct,
dethrone me – an outsider
sidling in, like a politician

mingling, lingering, attacked
why am I so dependent
on this oddball interaction?

celebration is just a formality
and my enthusiasm misplaced

but at least, I am present.

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VJ

Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

7 thoughts on “Present”

  1. Good evening V.J. Taking a walk through your postings..just started…been a little distant from the computer … life… and a need to quiet some inner rumblings.

    As I read this posting and reread…the first thing that comes to mind…we are but of human emotions…emotions that at times present themselves in ways that even surprise us. One would think age and wisdom would tell us to not react, but we are of human emotions. Through my moments of emotion displays, I learn more about myself and others. I am learning to let the emotions belong to whomever they belong to, if that makes sense. I own my emotions, but let others own theirs as well. I used to wear others emotions upon shoulders that needed to carry her own and not others. Hugs, my friend.

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