Here's me. My little monster avatar thingy for posting my Slices of Life-ez. At first, I kinda giggled to see them all when others posted along with me, but I was secretly a bit disturbed by my own. I mean, she has ice pic arms, cave woman hair, a mouth like a garbage disposal and sewn up eyes - is that like I'm squinting, or knocked out or something???
Well, I don't always look like this, but there are times... when honestly, I feel like this. Blue, un-huggable, and closing my eyes to the truth, while spewing loud horrible things from my mouth. What's even worse it that happens more often at home than I'd like to admit. This ugly little creature takes over my body and mind and I find myself doing and saying things that I desperately want erased as soon as it takes place. It's not a creature though, it is me, a part of me that I must learn to manage.
Whatever the reason why I've lost my softness, I know at this breaking point that I must go back and amend. Request forgiveness and mercy from the ones I hold most dear. Both my husband and my son grant this so easily - it's humbling. And through this humility I am warmed and become soft once again.
He's a beefcake
Make no mistake
Young and single
Can't wait to mingle
Riding a wave
A date I craved
Wakeboarding in the summer sun
Our life together had just begun
We're married now
Can't believe somehow
We used to live life free and airy
But it's become Little House on the Prairie
Fields and hunting
Baby buntings
Minivans and soccer balls
No way I'd ever trade it all
Wrote this poem very (very) quickly for an 8th grade class today. A bit cheesy, but kinda fun to play with rhyme. I tend to avoid it, however I've decided I need to let myself experiment here - to play and make a mess of things sometimes.
And while my poem may be a bit juvenile, my muse is just wonderful.