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Monthly Archives: August 2013
Faithful Friend
I bend my head To greet him Nose nuzzling nose Forehead to forehead Fur soft Beneath weary hands In quiet Gratitude For being there Despite how much My pain must Scare him
Baby Doll
Like a baby dollI lay on the bedEyes sealed shutRefusing to openI waitTo elevateSo gravity can help meGreet the dayJoints popAnd creakStiffLike plasticI raise upAnd eyes openFall back to bedWhere eyes resealToo heavy to raise themselvesI wishFor a momentTo be … Continue reading
Boogeyman Meets the Warrior Woman
(warning, this entry is somewhat graphic, and some people may find it to be TMI. If you are not sure you want to know too much about my physical experiences, please wait for my next post.) Last night I was … Continue reading
Torn
Want to write, but need to sleep. Want to have done more today, but realize it’s too late. Want to feel better, but somehow that is no longer in my control. Want to focus on the good things I have … Continue reading
Land Mines in the Zen Mind
The past few days I have had a workable but ever present and tiring pain, and although it has been affecting me head to toe, it has been focusing its energy on my head. I can’t scratch even lightly the … Continue reading
Why Not Add In a Little Self Inflicted Torture
It was bad enough that my pain had escalated the past couple of days. I had to go through with my allergy appointment on top of everything. The good part was that I took off today to take care of … Continue reading
To Sleep
Perchance to dream. To dream that tomorrow I will wake without my fingers screaming at me for typing and my toes and legs not aching and my headache gone. Still glad I got up and ran this morning, but am … Continue reading
Sometimes in life there are limits.
I love the picture in this post (and the message on the photo).
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Strong (at least for 30 minutes)
If you don’t fight it, the rain can do wonders for a run. Like a battle wound to wear with pride, you trod through the neighborhood drenched head to toe as others drive by dry in their cars on their … Continue reading
know that maybe I will be okay
Hope is sometimes hard to have, but always hard to be without. So I figure I’ll continue to have hope. Lately when people ask how I am, my default response is “hanging in there.” It’s pretty accurate. I’m not great, … Continue reading
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