once I pushed my face
through a glass (of course)
slowly, at first,
It pushed back
and when my nose cracked
but put my cheeks through
till it cracked
and sliced my lips,
and I wouldn't stop coming
even as red drop stained my porcelain teeth.
I spent the time inventing
a new meaning for pain
with new letters (of course).
and when I peered through the other side
I had fainted on my knees.
disfigured (of course)
with a new face for life;
but I smiled smugly
because I had struggled
and I had won.
Life has beaten me to a pulp, then picked me up and beaten me again. I am a woman scorned, scarred, weak, and vulnerable.
I could say that I'm passionate and empathetic to a fault, but I don't know what I feel on any given day anymore.
I could say that I love piano and writing, but there's no time for that anymore.
I will say that life is a journey . . .and yes, like a box of chocolates. You never know what you're going to get. And most of it is yucky.
My whole world got turned upside down this year. I'm trying to rewrite this thing called a profile, but I haven't figured it out yet. So the woman of many words is currently quite silent. How do I do this?
I should really, really write that book.
I did finally get around to looking up the Meyers Briggs test.
I am ISFJ - The Defender. Ok, then.
Also, why is everybody a taco now?
I keep putting one foot in front of the other while I marvel at where life takes me. I work, eat, sleep, work harder, and generally try to give my girls the best life I can make for them.
Let's make that three . . .I recently acquired a Pomeranian. I call her my "$4000 Dog." We bought her from a semi-neighbor, and she promptly snapped her leg in half. Then she became the glue to my puzzle. She had better stick around and grow old with me.
life has a way of working in patterns. Although I always seem to see the timing in retrospect, everyone and everything has its place and its reason. At least I need to believe so.