Here's a link to a poem that really says it all... better than I could ever hope. One of those poems where "hmmmmms" involuntarily escaped from deep withing my chest with every line.
Thank you for posting this, PB, she has a magnificent way of nailing it...or should I say, setting it adrift. I followed the links over to her 10-line poems. Wouldn't it be great to hear her speak them in person?
Love that poem.... every year I take a vacation from Hospice... my boss insists! Every year I go to the beach. This year, I am going to the Sea! So this poem really hit home with me! Love Ya!
I am a compulsive overeater, a "food" addict. I am as hard-core as any down-and-out drug addict, only my substance is legal, I have the money to get it, and I can still pass as normal. For more than 60 years, I have taken big hits of sugar/fat to blot out sorrows, to stuff down my fears, angers and pain... also to celebrate any and every little thing you can imagine... until I feel almost nothing at all, until I'm stupefied and numb. In March of 2010, I razed the bottom. I went to my first Overseaters Anonymous (OA) meeting and have begun a journey of recovery. This blog is my journal of healing.
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Thank you for posting this, PB, she has a magnificent way of nailing it...or should I say, setting it adrift. I followed the links over to her 10-line poems. Wouldn't it be great to hear her speak them in person?
ReplyDeleteI've had that feeling, too... drifting. That poem really does say it so very well.
ReplyDeleteLove that poem.... every year I take a vacation from Hospice... my boss insists!
ReplyDeleteEvery year I go to the beach.
This year, I am going to the Sea!
So this poem really hit home with me!
Love Ya!