Today begins one
I sat here kind of stunned for a while. Just listening to what the doctor had to say. Actually just allowing her words sing inside my mind. I have to take the time to read over the words written by the doctors. Just sink in. Ever so slowly.
I mean it was great news, yes. Yet still the changes that have to be made are going to be difficult. A challenge so to say.
I keep telling myself to make it just another month and then all will definitely be changed. Yet the hope that the transitions are greater than that of now. A hope, you could say.
And then just as the night becomes so intense I just stop. I get up and move around to forget all that is rummaging through my head. The clarity fades into this fog and the haze that surrounds the confusion begins something on a whole new level.
Sounds odd so to speak but the way that the mind can converse into one wavelength to the next is quite remarkable. Yet the day begins to wind out. Then the draining of the hope simmers down to embers. A quietness surrounds me as I clack away on the keyboard.
Clearing my mind of all that pushes through my thoughts. Then the rumble begins. The slow show of quakes that make all the nonsense practical.
Then I take the steps back to where the doctor was telling me how to cope. Now that is something interesting. Coping, I mean. Truly intriguing marks that are left deep within your soul. Scarring, for a mattered moment, the spirit. Until all could be engulfed.
Goodness is found here. Between the awe and the throbbing. There are ways to help your mind kill off all that could be harmful, if you allow yourself to follow that path. Yet even that can go arwry.
So I sit here with my head tilted to the side. Ice pack on migraine issue and dimmed eyes press back the adjustments I am going to have to make. Taking mental notes of what I can do to make the necessary changes. Oh such challenges to come.
And today begins one.
I mean it was great news, yes. Yet still the changes that have to be made are going to be difficult. A challenge so to say.
I keep telling myself to make it just another month and then all will definitely be changed. Yet the hope that the transitions are greater than that of now. A hope, you could say.
And then just as the night becomes so intense I just stop. I get up and move around to forget all that is rummaging through my head. The clarity fades into this fog and the haze that surrounds the confusion begins something on a whole new level.
Sounds odd so to speak but the way that the mind can converse into one wavelength to the next is quite remarkable. Yet the day begins to wind out. Then the draining of the hope simmers down to embers. A quietness surrounds me as I clack away on the keyboard.
Clearing my mind of all that pushes through my thoughts. Then the rumble begins. The slow show of quakes that make all the nonsense practical.
Then I take the steps back to where the doctor was telling me how to cope. Now that is something interesting. Coping, I mean. Truly intriguing marks that are left deep within your soul. Scarring, for a mattered moment, the spirit. Until all could be engulfed.
Goodness is found here. Between the awe and the throbbing. There are ways to help your mind kill off all that could be harmful, if you allow yourself to follow that path. Yet even that can go arwry.
So I sit here with my head tilted to the side. Ice pack on migraine issue and dimmed eyes press back the adjustments I am going to have to make. Taking mental notes of what I can do to make the necessary changes. Oh such challenges to come.
And today begins one.
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