It isn’t a sudden realization that fell from the sky like an unexpected deluge of rain – that she’s alone without him. But the insight flashes on every wall in the house like a persistent advertisement on television. Dodging its audacity staring her in the face is impossible. Its reflection glowers back at her in each mirror. And yet, don’t misconstrue, this share of vulnerability isn’t about loneliness. Her ‘me’ time is welcomed at the right time, but when he’s gone, there’s no pretending. Too many miles stretch in between her address and loved ones. Friendships reside in the past. Staring at the silent cell phone lying on the table, she wishes it to buzz and shimmy closer to her. The doorbell longs to chime in days of old. No one to laugh with, no one for idle conversation, no one to care. The only noise is the reassurance that she is alone, and it booms through her aching heart like a relentless bass beat.
life partner brings joy ‘me time’ brings satisfaction friends faded with time
How did naiveté slide into her veins? Why were those vessels so accommodating? She had listened intently to his persuasive syllables as they rolled like a lover’s ballad carried on summer’s breeze. They purported to express his love and devotion to her. Hence, the cadence of her heartbeat simulated gentle ocean waves ebbing and flowing beneath a robin egg blue sky. Her mind fuzzy like a delicious wine buzz because that’s what the power of love is capable of, mesmerizing her before his promises landed hard in the branches of the trees, stabbed in retaliation.
How did naiveté leech into her blood transforming its crimson red to a faded replica of weakness? The mirror hanging on the back of her door exposes a reflection of despair, unrecognizable. Yet, she understands the breadth of her situation, but when will the difference between humanity and an arresting performance reveal itself? When will the language flow like a lover’s ballad on summer’s breeze embracing her with warmth and security of compassion and honesty? Or is this simply a dream so far-removed from her reach?
Time mystifies, but with its magical means, her mind has awakened to reality. She releases a sigh of relief, realizing her heart is devoid of fissures. Never again will she place her golden treasure in danger of breaking. She has rid his presence from her precious sunrises. The panacea was inside her all along – a shifting from low self-esteem to self-assurance, an enlightening altering of what she desires for her tomorrows.
The longing in her soul pulses to witness butterflies flutter by again, and deer casually stroll down her street. To witness hummingbirds seeking out soft petals, evoking memories of her beloved mother. It’s not as though butterflies never visited her garden, or deer never strolled by her home, and it’s not like hummingbirds avoided visiting for a sip from her pink geraniums. She just never permitted herself to observe the beauty because her heart became preoccupied, and he was undeserving of its loyalty, frequently opining his needs and unconcerned with hers.
But now she shows great sagacity in making changes after declaring to her reflection in the mirror of what life offers. All she needs to do is invite life in. So, let the chirp of birds echo – delightful sounds of joy outside her window – and let deer stroll in their graceful manners. Let the wind blow, the mountains call, and the waterfalls fall, because blood in her veins now flows rich crimson red!
Recently, I listened to the new album by Kacey Musgraves. For those of you who aren’t familiar with her, she’s a country singer with a clear voice that soothes as smooth as honey. Her voice has been described by loyal fans as a mother singing sweetly to her baby. I liked the album, but a few songs stood out and one is “Deeper Well.” It touches on letting go of people and habits that hinder us from becoming the best versions of ourselves. I hope you enjoy the song.
Deeper Well by Kacey Musgraves
My Saturn has returned When I turned twenty-seven Everything started to change
Took a long time, but I learned There’s two kinds of people, one is a giver And one’s always tryin’ to take All they can take
So I’m sayin’ goodbye to the people That I feel are real good at wastin’ my time No regrets, baby, I just think that maybe You go your way and I’ll go mine It’s been a real good time But you got dark energy, somethin’ I can’t unsee And I’ve got to take care of myself I found a deeper well
I used to wake and bake Roll out of bed, hit the gravity bong that I made And start the day For a while, it got me by Everything I did seemed better when I was high I don’t know why
So I’m gettin’ rid of the habits that I feel Are real good at wastin’ my time No regrets, baby, I just think that maybe It’s natural when things lose their shine So other things can glow I’ve gotten older now, I know How to take care of myself I found a deeper well
When I was growing up We had what we needed, shoes on our feet But the world was as flat as a plate And that’s okay
The things I was taught only took me so far Had to figure the rest out myself And then I found I found a deeper well
After listening to the lyrics, I was reminded of my father-in-law who saw the good in everyone. I try to do the same, but some people make it more challenging. And age is irrelevant because people who dim the lights in our worlds cross our paths in different phases of our lives. Discerning the truth may happen sooner, or it might take a little longer. But it’s a healthy realization because life is too short. We never know what tomorrow will bring. So, why waste it dealing with people who push us down?
So I’m sayin’ goodbye to the people that I feel are real good at wastin’ my time.
The same thing applies to habits, but breaking habits is easier said than done. And yet, why waste the days doing things that aren’t beneficial to our well-being?
So I’m gettin’ rid of the habits that I feel are real good at wastin’ my time.
I don’t pay close attention to celebrities personal lives, but I heard through the grapevine that Kacey has lived through some emotionally tough times. So, the lyrics are about starting new, starting fresh, and shedding anyone who doesn’t help move her forward in a positive manner. They’re about shedding habits that prevent her from living a healthy life so she can stay focused. The notion of self-care is nothing new, but it’s certainly ongoing. It’s infinite as the years fly by, whether we’re single, married, in a relationship, young, middle-aged, or older. Confidence should be worn on our sleeves instead of erratic emotions to keep our personal spaces sacred and to live each day in ways that will initiate a ‘Thank you’ from our minds and bodies. I couldn’t help but write more limericks…
To Better Our Lives
Some people appear to be the very best But with each day, we are put to the test Words become nothing Actions become something Triggering our minds and hearts to stress.
Decisions are reached to better our lives Time to exterminate negative vibes Personas fake as fur Relations to deter Circumstances guiding towards kinder tribes.
Living under a Clear Sky
Habits entice to some like bourbon on ice They have one goal in mind and it isn’t nice constant brain fog living in smog Are you willing to pay the steep price?
Break the stubborn habit and break it good So you can make the most of your adulthood Stay focused with verve To you, you will serve Deep down inside, you knew you could!
Do you remember the coloring that I attempted month’s ago? It’s from a book titled, “Let that Sh*t Go!” which ties into this post. This fun little book by Monica Sweeney packs in an abundance of wisdom (some four-letter words included), along with adult coloring, as you can see. Well, I finally finished and here is the result:
It’s not a work of perfection, but it’s definitely cheerful, and the process was fun!
What did you think about the song? Did this post resonate? Did a limerick stand out for you? Cheers to Letting Go, Self-Care, and Creativity, andmore awareness to people who try to steal the light from our worlds. Thanks for popping in!I appreciate you! ❤️🩷🧡💜💙
This is a first for me! It’s 4:00 am and I can’t sleep! A billion thoughts swirl around in my mind and I toss and turn more times than clothes in a dryer! Hubby sleeps like a baby. Go figure! The decision is made to get out of bed. Why not? If we were on the east coast, we’d be enjoying coffee already. So, Good morning! The good thing is that today is Friday, the end of the work week.
A quick foot update, I’ve been pain-free for a week now, most likely from all your love, support, and positivity. I like the sound of that, don’t you? I still kind of hold my breath each day not knowing if a jolt will come. But it’s a miracle that I’ve jotted down a zero in my pain diary for 8 days straight. I did get a second opinion, and the doctor was very nice. He actually concurred with the other doctor’s diagnosis: neuritis or plantar fasciitis. It could be from wearing unsupportive shoes (though comfy) over the years along with aging, that the heel nerve became agitated. But I think I’m on the mend (knock on wood). I hope I’m on the mend. Will the pain return? I don’t know. But I’ve made modifications, so only time will tell. And I have your suggestions for if the pain worsens. In the meantime, I’m living life, gradually getting back into my walking routine. Thanks again for ‘being there.’ 🙏🏻🩷
Anyway, I’m leaving you with a poem to calm your mind…
Do you need rest, solitude for your heart and mind? Accept it, don’t be shy to admit a fraction of you needs only to hear silence. Let stillness enfold you in its calming embrace where the depths of your thoughts can flourish from their lingering state.
And if you missed my prior post, you can find it here.
Voting begins today and continues through to May 29th. I know you have to log in to vote, and this is a lot to ask. So, I won’t ask, but I will hope that some of you will take the leap! And if you do, you’ll see my poem displayed on the right side bar.
This is so exciting, and however you offer support, I am grateful! ❤️
Most importantly,Thank you for stopping by, for ‘hearting’ the poem over at Spillwords, for voting if you do, and for simply reading and considering! ❤️💜❤️
Lastly, Thanks again to Dagmara and her team at Spillwords Press for publishing my poem, and for this wonderful nomination! 🙏🏻
Spillwords Press has published my second poem today , “Toots and Circles” and I am honored to have my writing featured on their site again!
This poem evolved one morning when a friend in nature woke us up with its morning greeting just before our alarm sounded off…
Toots and Circles
Perhaps he was a Western Screech Owl that I heard outside our bedroom window in the early darkness before the sun fashioned its glorious arrival. I cannot say with conviction, but it is certain he proclaimed his presence with his high-pitched toots.
And I”ll be grateful if you head over to Spillwords and click on the heart to “like” the poem. 😁 I’d even do a happy dance if you’d leave a comment, but of course, you’ll need to create an account and log in. I won’t ask you to do this since we are all inundated with user names and passwords. One can hope though! Please know your time and support is greatly appreciated if you choose one of these options.❤️
Thank you again to Dagmara K. and her team for accepting my submission. I am thrilled to the moon and truly gratified!
I hope you enjoyed my poem, and I wish you many miracles in nature! ❤️
We are graced with their presence, beauty colors our universe like an endless ceiling of bright blue sky. Then one morning we wake with heavy hearts, realizing they have gone, as though sneaking out in the middle of the night without a word, their existence seemingly nonexistent. Iron-gray clouds move through that lovely cloudless sky like a brush stroke of lingering gloom. We suspect the sun has an attitude, refusing to rise. And each new day magnifies the question: Did words accidentally slip from our tongue landing like poison? Then we reflect to a deeper layer, flipping a switch because maybe it’s not us. Maybe it’s them. A surmising… to soothe the bruises on our hearts.
Baydreamer Writes ~ Lauren Scott, Author 