on these gray days when the rain is a cold threat upon the air my bones ache along the cracks of old injuries, my joints are stiff with reminders of the years gone by - years filled with laughter and heartache - these pains remind me I have lived, they tell me I will die, they show me, today, I am alive.
Tag: poetry
People
people interest me
I have no patience for them
we are richer for our interactions
their neediness is intolerable
individual stories beg to be told
they are too blunt to have value
we need one another to survive
they want so much, it exhausts
we're all in this together
sometimes it's hard to remember
The Job
unfulfilled, uninspired - a subject to aimless leadership - feeling bereft of 'enough,' not knowing - not being challenged - to discover what will fill that void, unsure of my wants, secure in my needs, certain I am missing a vital puzzle piece of happiness; maybe this is it, maybe this is life, maybe this is just what work is, I still want to believe it is something more