
Same old issues, unchanging
Same old people, unyielding
Same old pattern, warped and dishwater gray.
And any coping skills I have are threatening to tear the seams apart
Not enough sleep
Not enough "well dones"
Too much speaking before I think
And I
...am misinterpreted
...am inarticulate
...am stupid and insensitive
...am apologetic for how I said it, but not what I said.
And in the midst
...a friend whose love mends
Not by saying,"Susan, it doesn't matter" or "Susan, stop that unraveling RIGHT NOW!"
But says instead, "here now, let's see what beauty the tatters hold..."

4 comments:
Thanks for this, Susan.
Susan,
My Grandpa used to say something like that." Now children the tatters are pretty, if you just look real close." God bless you this day... God is Good, even when I'm not, This is what I've found to be true.
Have a great weekend.
Susan - You are in my prayers today.
Thanks all. Today was better---maybe more later. I seem to be liking doing this semi-poetic thing.
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