Tuesday, April 11, 2017


Some call me brave,
I am not brave.
I am choice-less.

I measure my days 
by closing the curtains
to the street light,
sliding into a bed
that is much too big
waking again
by drawing the curtains
in the hopes of finding

I am not brave.
I am choice-less.


Mary Ann Reilly said...

I understand how it feels that way, but every minute lived is some level of choice. It gets better. I promise.

travelinma said...

I have had some rough moments lately. At the end of the month a year ago he had the diagnosis and the clean bill of health....his birthday next month....just hard. Meanwhile I breathe deeply and ask for peace and love.

Linda B said...

Thanks for coming by my post, Barbara.I'm sad for your tough moments. They are there still for me, but as Mary Ann writes, it is better. And the choice more than anything is to continue living as you can, this day, then the next one. Sending hugs!

Denise Krebs said...

Oh, thank you for sharing and continuing to write during the sad and broken waves. May today be one where light shines through.


elsie said...

This current life is not the choice you would choose, however, you do continue to choose to let the light in each morning. I feel the devastation of your loss in your words.

Judy said...

Difficult times, yes. But, you continue to be who you are. I pray that you find peace and comfort in your writing and living each moment. Hugs