I am
cranky, my dear poets and storytellers. Constant throbbing pain has that
effect on me. Sometimes, my crankiness tries to get the better of me, nudges me
to glare and bare my teeth at random people. Then I remind myself of the good
things: My insurance pays for all these surgeries, my body and mind can
withstand the physical trauma and mental stress, my spouse adores me, spring
will be here soon (and
I’ll get to garden!), I
have excellent friends, I’m not alone…
Those thoughts brewed today’s optional prompt: please, share poetry or prose which includes the following phrase: “the world is burning, but…”
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next week,
we’ll invite you to find inspiration in the phrase, “looking
back”.
Constant pain makes it hard indeed not to be cranky! I'm glad I've only ever had it for short periods. Here's hoping it doesn't last much longer for you! Thank heavens for the good things. <3
ReplyDeleteOh magaly That must be so hard I wish you lots of love , light and strength Take care ❤️
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