If I was a pretty boy
i’d just write pretty words
but being funny looking
I stick to the absurd
they say you write what is inside
the cover’s not the book
but I’m convinced some inspiration
comes from the way one looks
I look into the mirror
and laugh at what I see
which some days can reflect itself
as nonsense’d verse from me.
When headaches and fears keep knocking on my door I do not open but stay safe inside the heart with you ©RoseGirl2021
Source: Staying Safe – Rose Girl’s World
I’m unravelling youwith my eyesI’m undressing youwith my thoughtsI’m stripping younaked with my loveuntil we wearnothing but skin,a heart,until we’re soul to soul©RoseGirl2021
Source: Soul Naked – Rose Girl’s World
When the head is dark with pain, I think many thoughts of you that are like candles that spread their healing light ©RoseGirl2021
Monday hit me like water from a fire hose. Every project seemed to reach three-alarm levels, and I scrambled to stay ahead of the blaze. Fires out, crisis averted, and I was left soaking wet and exhausted. Boy, so glad I decided Monday morning was a good day to increase the mileage on my daily walk. That is how it works when you attempt to stuff ten pounds of potatoes in a five-pound sack. Push on one side, and something squeezes out of the opposite corner.
Never fear. Superman saved the day and set everything back on the correct course. This Superman may need a few hours in the Fortress of Solitude to restore the enormous energy drain Monday extracted. I hope the week gets easier.
No matter the challenges and the obstacles blocking my way, I maintain the item at the top of my list as a non-negotiable. Yesterday…
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It was an accident—a string of unfortunate incidents leading to my little discovery. Are you ready for a story? Then stick with me. When I started my planning for 2021, I discovered they changed the format of my favorite planner. The changes were deal breakers for me, and so I embarked on an exhausting, pain-in-the-butt process of finding a new planner that checked all my must-have buttons. I didn’t find a year-long calendar to fit my needs, but I found a 90-day, undated version I thought I might like. Apprehensive and not wanting to commit, I ordered one copy.
Q1, 2021 saw me venturing outside my box and loving it until it came time to order the book for Q2. Cue the dramatic music. They listed my new favorite as sold out, with no availability date noted. I contacted customer service, and they said they expected a shipment in June…
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“Every cell in my body feels as if
it’s turned to tears.
Like my whole body is crying, too.”
These tears are spilling over my eyes at last. The drops fall so fast, they barely grace my checks as they fall like rain. Every cell in my body feels as if it’s turned to saline. Like my whole body is crying right along with me. And all I want to do is follow the waves out to sea. But I know I can’t. I know I have to keep going. Because I’m still alive. And that means I’m still fighting. Even through my weakest moments, I’m still fighting.
© Sarah Doughty
for my life.