Evocatively: Putting Aside

As for my Fibromyalgia
It’s alive and kicking
Just like a
Spirited child,

If only it would similarly
Grow up
And leave home
For good,

Which,
Stretching the analogy,
Makes me wonder,
Who gives birth to whom,

Do I give rise to it?
Or does it give rise to me?
Or do we both
Arise spontaneously?

And some might say,
That both are so
Or neither,
But

All this
Incessant speculation
Grows tiresome
And so,

I sip
My coffee
Quietly
And forget all about it,

Enjoying the view
Of the crystal clear
Blue sky
Outside my window.

Evocative: Brunch

I’ve heard it said
That
Liberation is
In this moment

But I would say
That
Liberation is
This moment

What do I mean?
I don’t know
And so,
Maybe,

Liberation
Is
Where you find it,
Wherever that is

And now,
It’s time
To prepare
My brunch,

I have no
Lunch
Due to
My peculiar working hours,

Which stretch
Into the night,
As that’s
Just what I do,

It’s the way
My work is set up,
Which makes this sunny day,
Oh, so much more beautiful!

Evocation: Wise Effort

Looking for information
Led to no answers
For my fibro-situation
And so led to more frustration,

‘Okay,
That’s it!’
I cried,
It’s back to basics,

Making supper
Is tonight’s practice,
Getting on with
My life, as it is,

This shall be
My way,
To make the best
Of every day!

To celebrate
The small victories,
Of grocery shopping
And getting on with work,

Waking up
Every day,
Donning my courage
And making an effort;

Some days
I succeed
And some days
I fail

But there’s no reason
To wail,
I just get up again,
When I’m able
And apply whatever energy is available.