for a weak stomach
Today’s prompt is “opening.” My brain is trying to go in 3,000 different directions at once, so this is the haiku you get today.
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digging up roots
there is nonstop growth underground
*even during winter
*I have anxiety, it does not have me.
When I write about winter, I am writing about hard times. Whether I am speaking of: a woman’s difficulty having a child, or depression, or another season, winter equals hard in my poetry.
I know it is now Spring; I wrote this poem just last month for National Haiku Writing Month and didn’t want to wait to share it until next Winter.
I tried to write/format this poem to where the stanzas looked like monster fingers. What do you think??
Today’s prompt for NaBloPoMo is: If you could permanently get rid of one worry, what would it be?
Wow! That is really hard because I have Generalized Anxiety Disorder and I worry over tons of stuff every day. And I can’t help it, and I can’t make it stop. I can’t cut triggers out or avoid the problem because I get anxious over every thing that could affect me or my family. I worry about: if my trees are going to survive the winter, if I have taught my son enough social skills, about the US Economy, how I am going to get through college, are there enough missionaries in Asia, and what should I cook for dinner tonight? And that’s just what goes through my head before I drop off my son at school. If I could permanently fix my brain so that I did not worry about 1 thing ever again, I guess I would pick…. yeah I can’t pick. They all seem large and important and if I don’t worry will I ever fix everything? Will I ever be good enough? Will I ever change anything for the better if I am not concerned enough to act? If I let go of a worry like “Is my church group doing enough?” or “Do I know enough about foreign politics?” or “Whose pictures should hang in the living room?” will I be able to be a good person?
Today is World Mental Health Day. Here is a link to last year’s post with numbers you can call if your mind is overwhelming you.
If you look very closely you can see that this butterfly just came out of it’s cocoon.