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No More Long Days

We held to something that we shouldn’t have but we kept it going for as long as we could. You told me, once, that you were so tired of the way your heart made you speak without thinking. I told you that that was the way we fell in love. But letting ourselves be free and being open. You said that maybe it wasn’t worth it.

You reminded me how long the days started feeling. Not just because it was summer but because you were getting tired of me, tired of your job, tired of everything! You decided to put it all behind you. To gas up that old car of yours and make for the west.

You sent me a letter the other day. You told me that you had gotten rid of your smart phone. Bought a burner and were living your life the way you wanted. There was a photograph and you were smiling in front of a little shop. No more long days was the message on the back.

Long Way Out

It’s a long way back to land

I’ve been swimming for so long

Waiting for the waves to take me away

I’m not coming back

I don’t plan to die in the water

But I plan to let it take me away

I’ll be living note in a bottle

I’ll wash ashore and tell you a story

But I won’t have any treasure

Here I Am

I’m staring down the barrel of being old

The big 4-0

Bad for being young

Bad for score in soccer if you’re on the opposing team

Have I been to enough parties?

Have I done enough?

Will there be enough time?

Should I find love?

Should I get a cool car?

There are so many questions

But the age has just changed

They’ve always been there

Just like me

I am infinite

And I want to be kind

Two Suits

I bought two suits in 2020
The promise of getting a new job
Things didn’t work out that way
And they stood in my closet
Waiting for a chance to do their thing
Now, I’ve worn them out
I lost sixty pounds from when I bought them
They fit me better now
I keep track of how often they go
To sad events or happy ones
Unfortunately, the score isn’t even
It’s been a hard five years

Am I lazy?

I had this discussion with my therapist last night. It’s something that constantly pops into my mind. Mostly because there are some nights where I don’t really do much of anything beyond doomscrolling on my phone. I’m not one of those people that thinks you need to be on that 24/7 365 grindset or you’re a waste to society. I know that the body and especially the mind needs rest.

The question I wonder is am I getting too much rest to the point of being lazy or am I getting the right amount?

Now, the thing is that I think part of this is the race conundrum. There are people further along in the race of life than I am. They’re married, they’re making more money than me or they’re just doing something that they want to do. I’ve achieved some things but it doesn’t feel like enough when I compare myself to them. So, that’s something that I have to deal with.

Then there’s the goal oriented anxiety. There are things that I want to do like start a Youtube channel, there are novels that I want to write, I want to learn to make amigurumi, I want to travel, I want to read more, listen to more new albums or podcasts and then there are so many other things that I want to do. When I stare up at that mountain, I get intimidated and once more, I do nothing.

Well, last night, I think I finally came along the way to solve this. It’s called the footpath. Don’t stare at the sheer cliff face and wonder how you’re going to climb it. You have to find the little way up the mountain. I’m going to take that list of things and introduce each footpath.

I want to write more- start with a single sentence a day.

I want to learn to make amigurumi- start watching the instructional videos so you have an inkling of what you’re getting into.

I want to travel- There are interesting places in this state and other states surrounding mine that I can travel to that doesn’t require much effort to go to

I want to read more- Novel too much? Start with a fanfiction, poem or short story.

I want to listen to more podcasts and albums?- Find a short podcast or start with one song from an album that you didn’t know.

Wait for one of those things to hook you and bring you along. I know that part of this is dealing with depression but this can help with that. I’ve found that when I’m depressed, I do something even if I don’t want to do it, eventually the joy of doing it starts to come along. You have to remind your heart of the things you love. Like calling a friend that you haven’t talked to in a long while.

    Trapped by Accident

    I am stuck here

    I know the way out

    But I don’t want to take it

    We met y’all by accident

    And now two gals are sitting on my trunk

    They don’t know it’s mine

    I don’t care to tell them

    I’m locked in with silk bars

    I can easily leave

    But I dare not to

    Because when I move

    The rest of us will leave

    And I don’t want to stop

    Laughing in the moonlight

    The Poison You Inherit

    It doesn’t come through fangs

    It comes through words

    The ones you say when you’re home

    Leaking into your kids’ ears

    It fills their veins and fills them up

    They say the same thing to someone else

    You smile and laugh

    That’s my kid

    You raise your glass

    The poison moves

    Bit by bit

    Piece by piece through your bloodline

    Until one day someone makes a friend

    Someone reads a book

    And feels the antivenom flow through them

    Father’s Day

    Being a fatherless child these days

    What should this day become?

    Should it be ignored and left on the shelf

    Pushed to the back of my mind

    Where it can only tug at my brain

    And make me sad out of nowhere

    Or should it become a day of remembrance

    Talking and thinking about all the things

    Dad and I used to do

    The things he said, the way he smelled

    How that changed once he quit smoking

    Either and any way

    It doesn’t matter

    There’s no way to make me less sad

    Or miss him any less

    Every Woman is a History Book

    Every woman is a history book 

    Detailing a lifetime of hardship 

    Footnotes of little slights and dismissals

    Whole chapters on attacks and pain 

    Illustrations of wiping away tears 

    Putting on a brave face 

    And getting on with it 

    Because there is no other choice

    Sometimes their history is a shared one 

    An oral history of similar acts 

    Strategies to get through it all

    To rise above and keep going

    A tribe that looks to its borders 

    With distrust and anger 

    Knowing their own history 

    And looking to change it 

    Walk

    I listened to the song of the leaves as I crunched along the road. There was a chill running up my back that my coat couldn’t keep out. It was nice to feel, it had been a long walk and I was starting to overheat.

    I was thinking of you as I listened to my music. Would you like this song? Would you think it was silly or something that was right up your alley? Would you sing along?

    I remember when we sang together. Going down the same road in a car instead of by foot. That car was a lot like our friendship. Dented and old but unstoppable.

    Those dents, I could never buff them out. We had done things to one another. Caused each other pain.

    Sometimes you just have to live with it. Walk with the damage done to you. Was it unforgivable? Not this time. Would we forget? Probably not.