Got to stop progression And wait for things to come The moment isn’t here yet Evening hasn’t rung
Sometimes we have to slow down. We live in a world that wants instant gratification. Wants things now and not later. We want that, too. We don’t want to wait and sit still, don’t want to acknowledge that we can’t run when it’s hard to even just walk
We want to do things, we want to do them when we want to.
But sometimes we need to slow down and wait. Not because patience is a virtue, but because we need to move slowly so as not to hurt ourselves. You don’t expect something broken and just glued back together to be hardened and solid for a while, after all. We need to remember that about ourselves as well.
This was supposed to be a post on how I’m still grateful for child gates as we have to use one to keep the dogs away from a section of drywall we have to replace while renovating the kitchen. Then I got tired and distracted. Still, I am grateful for the gates not just for how I’ve needed to use them, but also for when something like this makes me think.
Before you can blink And sharper than you think Rips open the skin But the slice is so thin
Had to slip off and then re-tighten some barbed wire in a corner of the pasture fencing. Just about sliced over an old scar on my left pinkie finger, but just barely missed it. The scar’s from a small line of stitches I received when I was nine. So it stings a little, but not too badly. It wouldn’t sting so much if I would stop pressing on it.
Memory is a lot like that. You go back on think on things, especially if they hurt. You hope that pressing on it, remembering it, will help lessen how much it stings. Forgetting that pressing on it too much makes it hard to gain distance and perspective. Give it time to seal up enough to withstand recollection. Although, sometimes, you’re able to stop a repetition of something with the scar for a reminder.
Low though I find myself Only thinking with my rage Various moments in mind’s eye Even now, stealing wisdom sage
Letting myself get caught up Into pain and hurt so bright Keeping myself lost in a daze Eve’s coming on such a sight
I spent many years being angry, so very angry to learn the lesson that you can love someone and not like them at all. I forgot the whole point of said lesson. Loving someone is about the person. Liking someone is about their actions.
Not going to say it was easy Initially was pretty rough Can’t seem to speak clearly Knowing it could disappear in a puff Not going to give up so easy Actually going to cling My friends still like to tease me Even as together we fly on wing
This was what came to mind while I was reading a book about a group of friends.