Consistent

When I look
At myself
I see…

So many things
Lately
I question
My sanity…

Self doubt
Is not insanity
When the world around
Rejects possibility

When I look again
I think
I am consistent with two things ~
Reading and writing

I used to read and write constantly
Yet the world told me
You need certificates and titles
Only a degree gives you a voice

So off I went
Did what I was good at…
Math and science

Until I couldn’t stand it anymore

Now I’m back
Looking for
New applications
For my age old score

This drum I march to
Beats differently

Inconsistent
I can be

I’m good at dreaming
I can’t stand
Feeling responsible
For another’s happiness
Because I’m not

I sew seeds of hope
Point out beauty
Enjoy a good laugh
And like to sketch

This I know
I am not responsible for
Another’s
Joy

But as a parent,
When your kids struggle
You struggle too

My life has been
Repetitive…
One pattern
That amazes me
Seeing
God
In
All
His
Subtleties

Diploma is no illusion
This I know
How?
I already had my say ~
In the industrial world

Yes
I was listened to…
And it was
Gratifying
For a short time

This little lamb
Was listened to
Until she got so freaking board
She couldn’t stand it anymore

Almost drank herself to death…
Certainly affected her health,
Long lasting reminders
Of hell on earth ~

But this I know
I don’t have to return
Home the way I came.

I have a map
It gives me directions
Wherever I go
My compass maybe
Broken
My instinct knows
The way by now
But I still rely
On my map
Otherwise
I’ll get lost

Remember
When you are lost
Sit
Pause
Look around
Discover your surroundings

Now it’s time to go…

March on
May you leave
Footprints of loving kindness
Behind
Have a great day
Namaste 🙏 🤗 😘
God bless and
Peace be with you

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