Tag Archives: muse

Swipe and delete over and over a month’s worth of updates that you ignored and overlooked. Why have them at all when they are so easily dismissed?

Teach you habits that are forgotten, sapping away good intentions and leaving behind bad tempers and guilt.

Cursing my soul with his eyes, the pressure of being seen burning away skin and exposing all the raw, all the wrong, all of me.

Awaken to a jigsaw, the pieces forced together, were they meant to fit long ago and were warped into a misshapen mess? Or were they always too different from each other to connect naturally?

Measure the imperfections and shape a mistake that fits, snug enough that no one notices the wonky foundation or questions the tilt of the build.

A glimpse at what normal used to be is now in reach. Can you last a little longer to reach it? Do you want to?

Aching muscles protest the actions demanded, too tired to pretend the load doesn’t hurt and the burden of many hasn’t ground our will and self-worth to dust.

Another failure, an  hour wasted on forcing pieces that just won’t fit. You don’t fit anymore; accept it and move on.

Small beck of mud waiting for an unsuspecting foot to sink in and disappear, its owner dragged under and hidden forever with a wet sloppy ripple of ‘plop’.

Pray for a personal win, even a small one, anything to remind you life is good, you’re worth it and even if you can’t reach that goal you are enough.