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



About boomergirl47

Retired from the University of South Florida. Love reading, writing, hiking, nature, music, birding, puttering around the house and yard.
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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.


  2. Patricia says:



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