FREE ~

~ Sue Austin ~ 

FREE

~ Inspired by Sue Austin …and everyone living with chronic illness.

                                               

I broke free from you – in search of me

            No more chains – alone, able to move - to be free 

            Released from binding troubles which control me

            Free from pain, from fear and controversy

            Graceful, my aquatic ballet – dreamlike, I’m normal

            Unchained from stiff limits which impound me

            Free from hurt, chronic burdens which haunt me

            Unassisted, following my map – holding the key

            Floating, flying free from scars and those who pity

            Free to smile, to breathe…to be me. 

original work by MPP2013

 Become inspired and greatly moved by viewing this breathtakingly BEAUTIFUL video of Sue Austin!   YouTube has many more interviews, videos, etc. available to view about Sue Austin.  

           

            

FREE ~

~ Sue Austin ~ 

FREE

~ Inspired by Sue Austin …and everyone living with chronic illness.

                                               

I broke free from you – in search of me

            No more chains – alone, able to move - to be free 

            Released from binding troubles which control me

            Free from pain, from fear and controversy

            Graceful, my aquatic ballet – dreamlike, I’m normal

            Unchained from stiff limits which impound me

            Free from hurt, chronic burdens which haunt me

            Unassisted, following my map – holding the key

            Floating, flying free from scars and those who pity

            Free to smile, to breathe…to be me. 

original work by MPP2013

Read more »

Relapsing Remitting Melancholia

I started writing this poem years ago when I was feeling very lost in my life.  Besides having MS, I was dealing with a lot of overwhelming challenges.  Life happens...and it sometimes it really sucks!  But, always remember, "this too shall pass".  Therefore, when I pulled this poem out tonight, I decided to re-make it as two parts...kind of like "Act 1 & 2", if you will.

RELAPSING REMITTING MELANCHOLIA 

I.

Body numb, mind hopeless

Despair and fear un-relentless

Giving in to exquisite pain, my solitude

Losing my grip, myself with senseless magnitude -

Daily plans feel meaningless

Nightly dreams lack peacefulness

Gasping, grasping tether - latitude - longitude

Needful - yet disbelieving in life's gratitude -

           

Absent years, lifeless stares

The bottle sedates, sensory impairs

Words and passion unraveled, unglued

Thoughts of love and life never pursued.

II.

Defining drama - realize, accept it fully

Own it, embrace the melancholy

Surrender, release, do silence better

Pray for peaceful breaks in the weather -      

           

Daily plans offer harmony

Nightly dreams encourage epiphany

Desiring, designing new paths from life's longitude

Hopeful - believing life's gratitude.

MPP 2012

Relapsing Remitting Melancholia

I started writing this poem years ago when I was feeling very lost in my life.  Besides having MS, I was dealing with a lot of overwhelming challenges.  Life happens...and it sometimes it really sucks!  But, always remember, "this too shall pass".  Therefore, when I pulled this poem out tonight, I decided to re-make it as two parts...kind of like "Act 1 & 2", if you will.

RELAPSING REMITTING MELANCHOLIA 

I.

Body numb, mind hopeless

Despair and fear un-relentless

Giving in to exquisite pain, my solitude

Losing my grip, myself with senseless magnitude -

Daily plans feel meaningless

Nightly dreams lack peacefulness

Gasping, grasping tether - latitude - longitude

Needful - yet disbelieving in life's gratitude -

           

Absent years, lifeless stares

The bottle sedates, sensory impairs

Words and passion unraveled, unglued

Thoughts of love and life never pursued.

II.

Defining drama - realize, accept it fully

Own it, embrace the melancholy

Surrender, release, do silence better

Pray for peaceful breaks in the weather -      

           

Daily plans offer harmony

Nightly dreams encourage epiphany

Desiring, designing new paths from life's longitude

Hopeful - believing life's gratitude.

MPP 2012

"The Sleeping Game": An Insomniac's Poem

The Sleeping Game

Insomniac routine -

'Tis unwanted playtime for

My brain.  Frenetic bed-time activity -

Been here, done this before - chronic

Noise filled solitude ensues.

Welcome to the sleeping game.

The players are me... and me.

Nightly, recruited by a forceful scout,

I unwillingly participate in

Irrational game play, pleading forfeit -

Such a request overruled, denied.

There is no regard for season, inclement weather,

No empathy for injury or illness -

No one gives up, no one quits.

The match between brain and body…

There is no winner.

The game ensues, becoming quizzical.

To-do lists, NOT-to-do lists, WHY-did-I-do-that lists -

Permeate my conscience in search of answers,

Full knowing, it's all for naught. No matter…

3:00am has now come and gone.

Momentary common sense, rational thoughts

Attempts to mediate the scuffle, fleeting

Separate grandiose vs. fantastical reality.

TIME OUT...for now -

Acceptance of moiety will suffice…for now -

Until tomorrow, when the game resumes again...

As it always does.

MPP:2013

"The Sleeping Game": An Insomniac's Poem

The Sleeping Game

Insomniac routine -

'Tis unwanted playtime for

My brain.  Frenetic bed-time activity -

Been here, done this before - chronic

Noise filled solitude ensues.

Welcome to the sleeping game.

The players are me... and me.

Nightly, recruited by a forceful scout,

I unwillingly participate in

Irrational game play, pleading forfeit -

Such a request overruled, denied.

There is no regard for season, inclement weather,

No empathy for injury or illness -

No one gives up, no one quits.

The match between brain and body…

There is no winner.

The game ensues, becoming quizzical.

To-do lists, NOT-to-do lists, WHY-did-I-do-that lists -

Permeate my conscience in search of answers,

Full knowing, it's all for naught. No matter…

3:00am has now come and gone.

Momentary common sense, rational thoughts

Attempts to mediate the scuffle, fleeting

Separate grandiose vs. fantastical reality.

TIME OUT...for now -

Acceptance of moiety will suffice…for now -

Until tomorrow, when the game resumes again...

As it always does.

MPP:2013

Tough By Nature: "Be Yourself" ~ Cowgirl Poetry

For all the "tough by nature" women and cowgirls out there, here is a lovely treasure!


BE YOURSELF  
by Georgie Sicking


When I was young and foolish
The women said to me
Take off those spurs and comb your hair,
If a lady you will be.


Forget about those cowboy ways
Come and sit awhile
We will try to clue you in
On women’s ways and wiles.


Take off that Levi jumper,
Put up those batwing chaps
Put on a little makeup and we can
Get a date for you “perhaps.”


Forget about that roping,
That will make callouses on your hands
And you know it takes soft fingers
If you want to catch a man.


Do away with that Stetson hat
For it will crush your curls
And even a homely cowboy
Wouldn't date a straight-haired girl.


Now being young and foolish
I went my merry way
And I guess I never wore a dress
Until my wedding day.


Now I will tell my children,
No matter what you do
Stand up straight and tall,
Be you and only you.

Artist: Lynda Lanker

~ Georgie Sicking: (born 1921)

A true cowboy poet, & a life-long working cowgirl

Inducted into the National Cowgirl Hall of Fame in 1989

Tough By Nature: "Be Yourself" ~ Cowgirl Poetry

For all the "tough by nature" women and cowgirls out there, here is a lovely treasure!


BE YOURSELF  
by Georgie Sicking


When I was young and foolish
The women said to me
Take off those spurs and comb your hair,
If a lady you will be.


Forget about those cowboy ways
Come and sit awhile
We will try to clue you in
On women’s ways and wiles.


Take off that Levi jumper,
Put up those batwing chaps
Put on a little makeup and we can
Get a date for you “perhaps.”


Forget about that roping,
That will make callouses on your hands
And you know it takes soft fingers
If you want to catch a man.


Do away with that Stetson hat
For it will crush your curls
And even a homely cowboy
Wouldn't date a straight-haired girl.


Now being young and foolish
I went my merry way
And I guess I never wore a dress
Until my wedding day.


Now I will tell my children,
No matter what you do
Stand up straight and tall,
Be you and only you.

Artist: Lynda Lanker

~ Georgie Sicking: (born 1921)

A true cowboy poet, & a life-long working cowgirl

Inducted into the National Cowgirl Hall of Fame in 1989

The Story

There are songs that all of us fall in love with and will enjoy for a lifetime - but sometimes, there's that ONE song which move us, touches us in a certain way that affects our soul and make us feel as if it were written specifically for us.  That ONE song for me is "The Story" by Brandi Carlile.  I heard it years ago at a time in my life when I needed it most...and was the inspiration for much of my poetry.

Here is the music with the lyrics added - Absolutely beautiful - I hope you enjoy!!!!

The Story

There are songs that all of us fall in love with and will enjoy for a lifetime - but sometimes, there's that ONE song which move us, touches us in a certain way that affects our soul and make us feel as if it were written specifically for us.  That ONE song for me is "The Story" by Brandi Carlile.  I heard it years ago at a time in my life when I needed it most...and was the inspiration for much of my poetry.

Here is the music with the lyrics added - Absolutely beautiful - I hope you enjoy!!!!

Wake Up Call:

Wake Up Call

I finally met me - I woke up -

Electric and different this day, unlike the mundane

Rising at dawn from dreams and sleep routine expected.

Existing merely physically, detached

Every day for nearly half a century -

No…on this day, I woke up grasping

Who I am supposed to be and why.

Tangible…purpose and meaning defined, illuminated with color -

Why have I been absent this long? 

Analytic references unveil scattered playbills of the past -

Connecting dots, searching for missing/mismatched puzzle pieces

Swept under the rug, hidden away…on purpose,

Yet realizing, all was actually left out in plain view, overlooked,

My eyes wide shut – why are my eyes open now?

I finally met me - I fessed up -

Confrontation, truthful realization of self is daunting -

Detachment and donning “people pleaser” costumes is easier -

Takes its toll, paid the price

Every day for nearly half a century.

No more – this day I fessed up -

Admitted lies, ugly truths and un-pleasantries -

Calling a truce between me & myself -

Decisions, circumstances and outcomes -

Actions proved destructive to relationships, mind/body,

Scarring the soul. Why come clean now?

I finally know me - I rose up –

Invigorated, scared, yet courageously driven -

Void of self-pity, self-loathing,

Capable of facing my fears, battles, demons -

I celebrate this re-inventive revival once clouded

Every day for 47 years.

Never again - today I rose up –

To the wake-up call. 

                                                                                                                       

                                               

MPP:  10/18/2013

Wake Up Call:

Wake Up Call

I finally met me - I woke up -

Electric and different this day, unlike the mundane

Rising at dawn from dreams and sleep routine expected.

Existing merely physically, detached

Every day for nearly half a century -

No…on this day, I woke up grasping

Who I am supposed to be and why.

Tangible…purpose and meaning defined, illuminated with color -

Why have I been absent this long? 

Analytic references unveil scattered playbills of the past -

Connecting dots, searching for missing/mismatched puzzle pieces

Swept under the rug, hidden away…on purpose,

Yet realizing, all was actually left out in plain view, overlooked,

My eyes wide shut – why are my eyes open now?

I finally met me - I fessed up -

Confrontation, truthful realization of self is daunting -

Detachment and donning “people pleaser” costumes is easier -

Takes its toll, paid the price

Every day for nearly half a century.

No more – this day I fessed up -

Admitted lies, ugly truths and un-pleasantries -

Calling a truce between me & myself -

Decisions, circumstances and outcomes -

Actions proved destructive to relationships, mind/body,

Scarring the soul. Why come clean now?

I finally know me - I rose up –

Invigorated, scared, yet courageously driven -

Void of self-pity, self-loathing,

Capable of facing my fears, battles, demons -

I celebrate this re-inventive revival once clouded

Every day for 47 years.

Never again - today I rose up –

To the wake-up call. 

                                                                                                                       

                                               

MPP:  10/18/2013

"Goodbye & Good luck": A Divorce Song

I wrote this a few years ago while going through an awful divorce.  It's a poem, yet intended to be lyrics for a song I have yet to compose.

GOODBYE AND GOOD LUCK

It's amazing, it's incredible

How and why it's come to this

This blazing, this indelible

            Ink spot I won't miss........or will I?

Who are you, who were you?

Why did I turn and close my eyes?

Through my love drunk window I accepted the view

            So, it's really no surprise

            Goodbye and good luck

            You'll need it my dear

            I don't really give a fuck

                        Because my conscience is clear........or is it?

            Goodbye and good luck

            What comes around goes around

            How does it feel to be abandoned, stuck

                        In solitude, your cowardly head stuck in the ground

                                    Wondering if you'll ever be found...

It's amazing, it's incredible

How and why it's come to pass

I've gained clarity, you're so readable

This drama will be my last.

Who are you, who were you?

I knew it wouldn't last

The clues the clues, OH, those obvious clues

I'll heal, I'll move on and, I’ll put this in the past

            Goodbye and good luck

            Thank God, it's truly the end

            Still, each feather you pluck from me

                        Is painful, I cringe, but I won't bend

                                    Unto you my darling, this message I send.......or will I?

Goodbye and good luck

You'll need it, you'll see

Crawling out of this mire, this muck

Out from you and me.

            

"Goodbye & Good luck": A Divorce Song

I wrote this a few years ago while going through an awful divorce.  It's a poem, yet intended to be lyrics for a song I have yet to compose.

GOODBYE AND GOOD LUCK

It's amazing, it's incredible

How and why it's come to this

This blazing, this indelible

            Ink spot I won't miss........or will I?

Who are you, who were you?

Why did I turn and close my eyes?

Through my love drunk window I accepted the view

            So, it's really no surprise

            Goodbye and good luck

            You'll need it my dear

            I don't really give a fuck

                        Because my conscience is clear........or is it?

            Goodbye and good luck

            What comes around goes around

            How does it feel to be abandoned, stuck

                        In solitude, your cowardly head stuck in the ground

                                    Wondering if you'll ever be found...

It's amazing, it's incredible

How and why it's come to pass

I've gained clarity, you're so readable

This drama will be my last.

Who are you, who were you?

I knew it wouldn't last

The clues the clues, OH, those obvious clues

I'll heal, I'll move on and, I’ll put this in the past

            Goodbye and good luck

            Thank God, it's truly the end

            Still, each feather you pluck from me

                        Is painful, I cringe, but I won't bend

                                    Unto you my darling, this message I send.......or will I?

Goodbye and good luck

You'll need it, you'll see

Crawling out of this mire, this muck

Out from you and me.

            

FREE ~

~ Sue Austin ~ 

FREE

~ Inspired by Sue Austin …and everyone living with chronic illness.

                                               

I broke free from you – in search of me

            No more chains – alone, able to move - to be free 

            Released from binding troubles which control me

            Free from pain, from fear and controversy

            Graceful, my aquatic ballet – dreamlike, I’m normal

            Unchained from stiff limits which impound me

            Free from hurt, chronic burdens which haunt me

            Unassisted, following my map – holding the key

            Floating, flying free from scars and those who pity

            Free to smile, to breathe…to be me. 

original work by MPP2013

 Become inspired and greatly moved by viewing this breathtakingly BEAUTIFUL video of Sue Austin!   YouTube has many more interviews, videos, etc. available to view about Sue Austin.  

           

            

FREE ~

~ Sue Austin ~ 

FREE

~ Inspired by Sue Austin …and everyone living with chronic illness.

                                               

I broke free from you – in search of me

            No more chains – alone, able to move - to be free 

            Released from binding troubles which control me

            Free from pain, from fear and controversy

            Graceful, my aquatic ballet – dreamlike, I’m normal

            Unchained from stiff limits which impound me

            Free from hurt, chronic burdens which haunt me

            Unassisted, following my map – holding the key

            Floating, flying free from scars and those who pity

            Free to smile, to breathe…to be me. 

original work by MPP2013

Read more »

Relapsing Remitting Melancholia

I started writing this poem years ago when I was feeling very lost in my life.  Besides having MS, I was dealing with a lot of overwhelming challenges.  Life happens...and it sometimes it really sucks!  But, always remember, "this too shall pass".  Therefore, when I pulled this poem out tonight, I decided to re-make it as two parts...kind of like "Act 1 & 2", if you will.

RELAPSING REMITTING MELANCHOLIA 

I.

Body numb, mind hopeless

Despair and fear un-relentless

Giving in to exquisite pain, my solitude

Losing my grip, myself with senseless magnitude -

Daily plans feel meaningless

Nightly dreams lack peacefulness

Gasping, grasping tether - latitude - longitude

Needful - yet disbelieving in life's gratitude -

           

Absent years, lifeless stares

The bottle sedates, sensory impairs

Words and passion unraveled, unglued

Thoughts of love and life never pursued.

II.

Defining drama - realize, accept it fully

Own it, embrace the melancholy

Surrender, release, do silence better

Pray for peaceful breaks in the weather -      

           

Daily plans offer harmony

Nightly dreams encourage epiphany

Desiring, designing new paths from life's longitude

Hopeful - believing life's gratitude.

MPP 2012

Relapsing Remitting Melancholia

I started writing this poem years ago when I was feeling very lost in my life.  Besides having MS, I was dealing with a lot of overwhelming challenges.  Life happens...and it sometimes it really sucks!  But, always remember, "this too shall pass".  Therefore, when I pulled this poem out tonight, I decided to re-make it as two parts...kind of like "Act 1 & 2", if you will.

RELAPSING REMITTING MELANCHOLIA 

I.

Body numb, mind hopeless

Despair and fear un-relentless

Giving in to exquisite pain, my solitude

Losing my grip, myself with senseless magnitude -

Daily plans feel meaningless

Nightly dreams lack peacefulness

Gasping, grasping tether - latitude - longitude

Needful - yet disbelieving in life's gratitude -

           

Absent years, lifeless stares

The bottle sedates, sensory impairs

Words and passion unraveled, unglued

Thoughts of love and life never pursued.

II.

Defining drama - realize, accept it fully

Own it, embrace the melancholy

Surrender, release, do silence better

Pray for peaceful breaks in the weather -      

           

Daily plans offer harmony

Nightly dreams encourage epiphany

Desiring, designing new paths from life's longitude

Hopeful - believing life's gratitude.

MPP 2012

"The Sleeping Game": An Insomniac's Poem

The Sleeping Game

Insomniac routine -

'Tis unwanted playtime for

My brain.  Frenetic bed-time activity -

Been here, done this before - chronic

Noise filled solitude ensues.

Welcome to the sleeping game.

The players are me... and me.

Nightly, recruited by a forceful scout,

I unwillingly participate in

Irrational game play, pleading forfeit -

Such a request overruled, denied.

There is no regard for season, inclement weather,

No empathy for injury or illness -

No one gives up, no one quits.

The match between brain and body…

There is no winner.

The game ensues, becoming quizzical.

To-do lists, NOT-to-do lists, WHY-did-I-do-that lists -

Permeate my conscience in search of answers,

Full knowing, it's all for naught. No matter…

3:00am has now come and gone.

Momentary common sense, rational thoughts

Attempts to mediate the scuffle, fleeting

Separate grandiose vs. fantastical reality.

TIME OUT...for now -

Acceptance of moiety will suffice…for now -

Until tomorrow, when the game resumes again...

As it always does.

MPP:2013

"The Sleeping Game": An Insomniac's Poem

The Sleeping Game

Insomniac routine -

'Tis unwanted playtime for

My brain.  Frenetic bed-time activity -

Been here, done this before - chronic

Noise filled solitude ensues.

Welcome to the sleeping game.

The players are me... and me.

Nightly, recruited by a forceful scout,

I unwillingly participate in

Irrational game play, pleading forfeit -

Such a request overruled, denied.

There is no regard for season, inclement weather,

No empathy for injury or illness -

No one gives up, no one quits.

The match between brain and body…

There is no winner.

The game ensues, becoming quizzical.

To-do lists, NOT-to-do lists, WHY-did-I-do-that lists -

Permeate my conscience in search of answers,

Full knowing, it's all for naught. No matter…

3:00am has now come and gone.

Momentary common sense, rational thoughts

Attempts to mediate the scuffle, fleeting

Separate grandiose vs. fantastical reality.

TIME OUT...for now -

Acceptance of moiety will suffice…for now -

Until tomorrow, when the game resumes again...

As it always does.

MPP:2013

Tough By Nature: "Be Yourself" ~ Cowgirl Poetry

For all the "tough by nature" women and cowgirls out there, here is a lovely treasure!


BE YOURSELF  
by Georgie Sicking


When I was young and foolish
The women said to me
Take off those spurs and comb your hair,
If a lady you will be.


Forget about those cowboy ways
Come and sit awhile
We will try to clue you in
On women’s ways and wiles.


Take off that Levi jumper,
Put up those batwing chaps
Put on a little makeup and we can
Get a date for you “perhaps.”


Forget about that roping,
That will make callouses on your hands
And you know it takes soft fingers
If you want to catch a man.


Do away with that Stetson hat
For it will crush your curls
And even a homely cowboy
Wouldn't date a straight-haired girl.


Now being young and foolish
I went my merry way
And I guess I never wore a dress
Until my wedding day.


Now I will tell my children,
No matter what you do
Stand up straight and tall,
Be you and only you.

Artist: Lynda Lanker

~ Georgie Sicking: (born 1921)

A true cowboy poet, & a life-long working cowgirl

Inducted into the National Cowgirl Hall of Fame in 1989

Tough By Nature: "Be Yourself" ~ Cowgirl Poetry

For all the "tough by nature" women and cowgirls out there, here is a lovely treasure!


BE YOURSELF  
by Georgie Sicking


When I was young and foolish
The women said to me
Take off those spurs and comb your hair,
If a lady you will be.


Forget about those cowboy ways
Come and sit awhile
We will try to clue you in
On women’s ways and wiles.


Take off that Levi jumper,
Put up those batwing chaps
Put on a little makeup and we can
Get a date for you “perhaps.”


Forget about that roping,
That will make callouses on your hands
And you know it takes soft fingers
If you want to catch a man.


Do away with that Stetson hat
For it will crush your curls
And even a homely cowboy
Wouldn't date a straight-haired girl.


Now being young and foolish
I went my merry way
And I guess I never wore a dress
Until my wedding day.


Now I will tell my children,
No matter what you do
Stand up straight and tall,
Be you and only you.

Artist: Lynda Lanker

~ Georgie Sicking: (born 1921)

A true cowboy poet, & a life-long working cowgirl

Inducted into the National Cowgirl Hall of Fame in 1989

The Story

There are songs that all of us fall in love with and will enjoy for a lifetime - but sometimes, there's that ONE song which move us, touches us in a certain way that affects our soul and make us feel as if it were written specifically for us.  That ONE song for me is "The Story" by Brandi Carlile.  I heard it years ago at a time in my life when I needed it most...and was the inspiration for much of my poetry.

Here is the music with the lyrics added - Absolutely beautiful - I hope you enjoy!!!!

The Story

There are songs that all of us fall in love with and will enjoy for a lifetime - but sometimes, there's that ONE song which move us, touches us in a certain way that affects our soul and make us feel as if it were written specifically for us.  That ONE song for me is "The Story" by Brandi Carlile.  I heard it years ago at a time in my life when I needed it most...and was the inspiration for much of my poetry.

Here is the music with the lyrics added - Absolutely beautiful - I hope you enjoy!!!!

Wake Up Call:

Wake Up Call

I finally met me - I woke up -

Electric and different this day, unlike the mundane

Rising at dawn from dreams and sleep routine expected.

Existing merely physically, detached

Every day for nearly half a century -

No…on this day, I woke up grasping

Who I am supposed to be and why.

Tangible…purpose and meaning defined, illuminated with color -

Why have I been absent this long? 

Analytic references unveil scattered playbills of the past -

Connecting dots, searching for missing/mismatched puzzle pieces

Swept under the rug, hidden away…on purpose,

Yet realizing, all was actually left out in plain view, overlooked,

My eyes wide shut – why are my eyes open now?

I finally met me - I fessed up -

Confrontation, truthful realization of self is daunting -

Detachment and donning “people pleaser” costumes is easier -

Takes its toll, paid the price

Every day for nearly half a century.

No more – this day I fessed up -

Admitted lies, ugly truths and un-pleasantries -

Calling a truce between me & myself -

Decisions, circumstances and outcomes -

Actions proved destructive to relationships, mind/body,

Scarring the soul. Why come clean now?

I finally know me - I rose up –

Invigorated, scared, yet courageously driven -

Void of self-pity, self-loathing,

Capable of facing my fears, battles, demons -

I celebrate this re-inventive revival once clouded

Every day for 47 years.

Never again - today I rose up –

To the wake-up call. 

                                                                                                                       

                                               

MPP:  10/18/2013

Wake Up Call:

Wake Up Call

I finally met me - I woke up -

Electric and different this day, unlike the mundane

Rising at dawn from dreams and sleep routine expected.

Existing merely physically, detached

Every day for nearly half a century -

No…on this day, I woke up grasping

Who I am supposed to be and why.

Tangible…purpose and meaning defined, illuminated with color -

Why have I been absent this long? 

Analytic references unveil scattered playbills of the past -

Connecting dots, searching for missing/mismatched puzzle pieces

Swept under the rug, hidden away…on purpose,

Yet realizing, all was actually left out in plain view, overlooked,

My eyes wide shut – why are my eyes open now?

I finally met me - I fessed up -

Confrontation, truthful realization of self is daunting -

Detachment and donning “people pleaser” costumes is easier -

Takes its toll, paid the price

Every day for nearly half a century.

No more – this day I fessed up -

Admitted lies, ugly truths and un-pleasantries -

Calling a truce between me & myself -

Decisions, circumstances and outcomes -

Actions proved destructive to relationships, mind/body,

Scarring the soul. Why come clean now?

I finally know me - I rose up –

Invigorated, scared, yet courageously driven -

Void of self-pity, self-loathing,

Capable of facing my fears, battles, demons -

I celebrate this re-inventive revival once clouded

Every day for 47 years.

Never again - today I rose up –

To the wake-up call. 

                                                                                                                       

                                               

MPP:  10/18/2013

"Goodbye & Good luck": A Divorce Song

I wrote this a few years ago while going through an awful divorce.  It's a poem, yet intended to be lyrics for a song I have yet to compose.

GOODBYE AND GOOD LUCK

It's amazing, it's incredible

How and why it's come to this

This blazing, this indelible

            Ink spot I won't miss........or will I?

Who are you, who were you?

Why did I turn and close my eyes?

Through my love drunk window I accepted the view

            So, it's really no surprise

            Goodbye and good luck

            You'll need it my dear

            I don't really give a fuck

                        Because my conscience is clear........or is it?

            Goodbye and good luck

            What comes around goes around

            How does it feel to be abandoned, stuck

                        In solitude, your cowardly head stuck in the ground

                                    Wondering if you'll ever be found...

It's amazing, it's incredible

How and why it's come to pass

I've gained clarity, you're so readable

This drama will be my last.

Who are you, who were you?

I knew it wouldn't last

The clues the clues, OH, those obvious clues

I'll heal, I'll move on and, I’ll put this in the past

            Goodbye and good luck

            Thank God, it's truly the end

            Still, each feather you pluck from me

                        Is painful, I cringe, but I won't bend

                                    Unto you my darling, this message I send.......or will I?

Goodbye and good luck

You'll need it, you'll see

Crawling out of this mire, this muck

Out from you and me.

            

"Goodbye & Good luck": A Divorce Song

I wrote this a few years ago while going through an awful divorce.  It's a poem, yet intended to be lyrics for a song I have yet to compose.

GOODBYE AND GOOD LUCK

It's amazing, it's incredible

How and why it's come to this

This blazing, this indelible

            Ink spot I won't miss........or will I?

Who are you, who were you?

Why did I turn and close my eyes?

Through my love drunk window I accepted the view

            So, it's really no surprise

            Goodbye and good luck

            You'll need it my dear

            I don't really give a fuck

                        Because my conscience is clear........or is it?

            Goodbye and good luck

            What comes around goes around

            How does it feel to be abandoned, stuck

                        In solitude, your cowardly head stuck in the ground

                                    Wondering if you'll ever be found...

It's amazing, it's incredible

How and why it's come to pass

I've gained clarity, you're so readable

This drama will be my last.

Who are you, who were you?

I knew it wouldn't last

The clues the clues, OH, those obvious clues

I'll heal, I'll move on and, I’ll put this in the past

            Goodbye and good luck

            Thank God, it's truly the end

            Still, each feather you pluck from me

                        Is painful, I cringe, but I won't bend

                                    Unto you my darling, this message I send.......or will I?

Goodbye and good luck

You'll need it, you'll see

Crawling out of this mire, this muck

Out from you and me.