My metaphors are odd, mismatched
My word choices are unusual, maybe nonsensical…
The author and site owner can be reached at leeundercedartrees@gmail.com.
I'm a middle-aged nobody breathing one day at a time in Ontario, Canada.
This tiny corner of the Internet is an outlet for unmasking random thoughts and creations surrounding life in general, adventures in budō, and any other topics that come to a ridiculous mind.
"Through journaling, your voice cannot go unheard."
My metaphors are odd, mismatched
My word choices are unusual, maybe nonsensical…
I became emboldened
Thinking this was it
Thinking I had the big mystery solved
I was carried by my arrogance
This is temporary.
This is temporary.
This is temporary.
Someday soon you will be able to write about happy things again.
Someday soon you will laugh, and make someone laugh, again.
Don’t give up. Don’t lose hope.
Just hang in there a little longer.
I promise, you’ll feel better.
Of course, that won’t last forever, either. You’ll be back. Nothing lasts forever. Take comfort in that.
…crawling with shallow punishments… inflicted in anger and defiance of the norm, and refusal to accept its claims.
Holding the request, someone calls out to them again and again… But of course everyone has much more important things on their mind.
Did they find a safe shoreline?
Was their heart calmed
And did they find their…
Autumn leaves drifting:
Longing to see them return
Friend’s homecoming nigh
I belong nowhere
Or I belong everywhere
Why can others choose
Welcoming others
I am reminded again
I shouldn’t be here
Glancing at others
With peripheral vision
Why am I still here
…to experience the depth
The comfort and warmth found when
Reaching all the way down…
The moon is so bright in the early sky!
My breath comes easily,
My body feels a little lighter and moves easily on command.
The horizon lightens as I run,
Run, run, run,
Then run some more, faster this time.
The strings and melodies can reach me.
The bass and drums, the rhythm, push my cadence.
They touch the beast inside, placating it,
Soothing it and me.
Words from friends and allies ring true again.
The illusion of falsehood dissipates.
This is how I know that today is a day for relief,
That today is a day when I belong here again!
October 18, 2024