note to self

find the journal

you don’t dare write in

because it is so beautiful

unblemished

and untouched.

crack it open

like a walnut

and scrawl your name

in raggedy letters

you can’t erase.

then get on with it --

put things down,

and if you are tempted

to lie

at least say so.

try telling the truth --
you might be surprised

when no one falls apart

except

maybe you.

breathe a little . . .

suffer if you must,

but don’t overdo it.

because misery won’t

make you a better person.

join the world

of splotchy ordinary 

run-of-the-mill

bumbling humanity

where you live.

then live.

really LIVE.






(This little poem is an intention,
 a note of encouragement from me to me...
you are invited to remind me
when I get twisted and forget my own advice,
as I am prone to do.)
Lilmomma