NaPoWriMo Day 3

Peace By Piece
By Cecily Israel

It never stops
The growing
The aching
The pain

One moment at a time
Life chips away
This day good
This day bad

I have found peace
Because I value each piece
And bad

I will make mistakes
As will the ones I love
But love them
I always will

Life changes
People evlove
Time progresses
Always forward

Distance enters relationships
Sometimes for the better
Sometimes for the worse
But it always happens

Each part of my life
Each part of my heart
Make up the pieces of me
And I am at peace with that


Middle Ground

I live my life in shades of grey.Very rarely have I experienced anything that was black or white.  I try to carry the knowledge that there is more to any situation than I can see. It helps me empathize.  Recently I have been feeling some extremes.  “I am going to die alone.”  “No one will ever love me again.”  Things like that.  I have been talking with friends about it to help work through this dark space.  Everyone is super nice and says that of course I will find someone.  That tends to leave me going, “How can you possibly know that?”  Last night I had a friend say something a bit different to me…

I hear you. I don’t know what the future holds, but I have confidence in your ability to grow in your capacity to bend it to your liking.

This might be the most supportive, kind thing someone has said to me.

As I have been feeling these extreme things, I have been trying to figure out how to find peace with them.  The conclusion I have come to is that if I am going to be just me and need to have fun with myself.  So, here are somethings I am doing for me.

  • Eating better
  • Going to the gym
  • Doing more art
  • Drinking less alcohol
  • Getting out of my apartment
  • Going on adventures
  • Spending time with friends I don’t see nearly enough

I finally feel ready to focus on me again.


SWF Seeking…

…seeking…well I’m not quite sure.  I woke up thinking about how I have lots of Facebook friends that I really like, but get to see very little.  And in a weird swing of complete lack of anxiety about it I really want to get out and do things with a variety of people.  I feel ready to step outside my comfort zone.  However, I don’t know how.


The Empty Vessel

The Empty Vessel
By Cecily Michelle

The pitcher sits alone on the table top
Always empty
Constantly trying to fill itself by filling others
“Let me tell you about me, what I know, what I have seen.”
Surely, it will be filled by sharing its own experiences
Alas, no, the pitcher still sits alone and empty
“Why can’t I be filled?  All the cups around me are overflowing.”
All the cups have inched away
Tired of always being filled by what the pitcher wants to give them
On the corner of the table, one little cup falls over
Unable to stay upright with all the pitcher’s givings
Cracked, the cup began to leak
“Pitcher! Quick, take what is pouring out of me!”
The cup poured part of itself into the pitcher
And the pitcher, for the first time, started to fill