NaPoWriMo Days 1 and 2

Haiku Day One and Day Two

I tried my hardest
Rivers of love flowing forth
I can do no more

Be free little bird
Spread your wings and fly away
Maybe think of me

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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.

~Ceci

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.

Suggestions?

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

Whirlwind

Whirlwind
By Cecily Michelle

Passionate fancy
All a-flight
Crashing in
Like the night

Neither wrong
But neither right
Gusts of passion
A fine delight

One sees black
The other white
Therein lies
The tend to fight

Butterflies
At first sight
No nectar
For their appetite

One a tiger
Growls with delight
One a kitten
Bound up tight

For you and I
Are not right
Friendship maybe
Come what might

Thank you though
For your might
You have helped me
See the light