I forego walking today,
my heart too heavy,
mind too full to push
this body forward.
It has forgotten everything
it knows about the laws of inertia.
In a silent house
I cook soup from my heritage
hoping it will bring my father's patience
to the surface and push back
the haunting whispers of my mother
saying “I told you so”.
I cook soup from my heritage
hoping it will bring my father's patience
to the surface and push back
the haunting whispers of my mother
saying “I told you so”.
The smell of onions fills the kitchen
and the warm sun falls on my back
as I lean against the sink.
The sky is blue and clear
and I am jealous of how easy
it seems to let go of its worries.
I have never been good at that.
and the warm sun falls on my back
as I lean against the sink.
The sky is blue and clear
and I am jealous of how easy
it seems to let go of its worries.
I have never been good at that.
But I will try again,
grow stronger and wiser,
to settle my mind.
To live in real time
with all its suffering and joy.
I can do this.
We can do this.
One moment at a time
grow stronger and wiser,
to settle my mind.
To live in real time
with all its suffering and joy.
I can do this.
We can do this.
One moment at a time
Aleathia Drehmer 2016
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