Category: Reclamation

“Only extending so far, inching forward, then reaching again.”

“I am figuring out what this can be.”

“Propulsion without steam.”

“Finally, enough pieces came together to where I was able to create a mapping of patterns and finish a project that had been eluding me to shake down fruit for finances.”

I never dated because
My trust was betrayed

And childhood abuses
Easily repeat lineages

So I made sure no men
Would impact our base

Ensuring safe journeying
As kids grew to maturity

“It turned out to taste too burnt and feel harsh on my system. Back to my coffee.”

“It seems that I may have been appointed!”

“I might have a part time job, and my office situation is restabilized.”

When I wake up
And feel the hit

Coming at me like
A smack from God

I realize that the only
Solid issue is finance

If I have money then
All else can be stable

So that’s the goal
The focus of hack

Redo my marketing
Get out and make it

Then other worries
Really have no basis

“Before I woke up, I was walking on a stage.

A last missed piece to reclaiming my puzzle.

It would be so easy to just slip my hand into that glove again, under right circumstances.

Will I ever step upon one with legs stable?”

—

(Title ref to state of legs and sound of stage)

I think I’ve avoided drinking it
Although bought tin canisters

Because one I once loved
Claimed it as his favorite

I remember at our beginning
Motorcycle rides to freedom

Flying like hawks in the wind
Naturally gliding glued to him

Perfection’s bliss in our kiss and
Hope’s rebirth in a life together

But innocence fades quickly
When fear grabs and blinds

One who once gave trust
Leaving the other behind

Forever alone in shadows
Clinging to lost memories

Yet this flowered cloying tea
Gives happiness nonetheless

Even if initially I must address
Associations filled with regret

Holding a cup’s heat in hands
Sipping warm sense of home

As I try to define from past
What I can still call my own

“Tomorrow, I begin exploring a replacement to my daily creamy coffee to see if I can gain an edge on inflammation, yet still help my brain functioning.”

There’s the type of impact
That continues damaging
Years after abandonment

And there’s the type
That pushes forcefully
To dislodge an arrow tip

So that the wounded
Can bleed freely for
Cleansing recovery

Digging deep
Into mystery

Sifting sands’
Hidden gems

As what was
Evolves into

Something
Even better

Than desires
Could aapire.

No matter how many times I slide right back down a hill, I get back up trudging and strategizing.

No, I can’t sell myself short.

Strives for the day where her children can at last fly on their own, capably and wholistically.

Succor and balm.

Working every angle she could think of, she pushed hard into the pain to reawaken what had locked up frozen in fear.

I have advanced because I have risked.

I don’t give myself time to recover.

I will turn this – because my hands are now on The Wheel.

Family, plants, and self happy and healthy.

I completed my certification by a hard fought for barely-a-toe across the line!