How?

How did I get to this place?
This place where I look forward to stuff.
How did I get from blah and boring
and lifeless–
to life is good, and bad,
and fun and sad,
and interesting?
How did I make it through the
gray fog of not-caring?
Was it a fluke of hormones?
Was it a gradual evolution?
Was it sheer discipline and stamina?
Or was it talking through my feelings,
or forgiving,
or learning to
accept what I can’t change.
Or was it grace?

bird singing painting

 

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About boomergirl47

Retired from the University of South Florida. Love reading, writing, hiking, nature, music, birding, puttering around the house and yard, doing things with my grandsons and spending time with my beau on his beautiful 22 acres in north central Florida.
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2 Responses to How?

  1. Beachwalker says:

    I love this. So much poetry found on here, or in general, is so melancholy and sad. Which is beautiful. But I love the feel of this.

    Like

  2. Patricia says:

    Grace!!

    Like

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