Every Friday we unite for five minutes. Only five minutes, that's all we get, that's all we have. And then, right where we are, no edits or second-thoughts, we publish those words. This week, we write on be.
Go.
To be...me.
To be neurotic.
To be mindful.
To be purposeful.
To be nervous.
To be aware.
To be gritty.
To be hard.
To be soft.
To be...me.
To be a mom.
To be a good mom.
To be a dog mom.
To be protective of childhood.
To be present in the little.
To be mindful and aware of how little time we have.
To be the keeper of all of your memories.
To be the creator of traditions.
To be a mom.
To be a writer of thoughts.
To be careful of my words.
To be careless with how my fingers flow.
To be conscious of the healing power.
To be accepting when the thoughts and words do not come.
To be a writer of thoughts.
To be your bride.
To be a caring and loving bride.
To be in awe and take you in.
To be good to you the way you need and want.
To be supportive.
To be understanding.
To be good at loving you.
To be your bride.
To be a woman that moves...a lot.
To be a runner.
To be a lover of walks.
To be respectful of my body.
To be aware of my limitations and be aware of when I can fight through.
To be able to focus on strength.
To the fight I take on to tackle my insecurities.
To the quieting I have to do with the voice that tells me I look off.
To be a woman that moves...a lot.
To be...me.
I love this. It reminds me that we are 'me' and worth something as is, but also someone to other people, someone that can add meaning to someone else's life. They're not opposed to each other, both important. Great post!! Kath, your FMF neighbour at #3 this week.
Well said.
To be hard beyond belief,
to be cold to my own pain,
for the dawn brings no relief,
and I must do it all again.
To put duty far ahead
of that for which my sore heart yearns,
to accept it's better dead
than be a man who quails and turns
from accepted tasks assigned
long before the cancer
strove to leave moral heart blind;
I must now become the answer
and end life facedown in the sand
if it's the death that God has planned.