Usually, I do a bit of work on Sunday nights so it’s not a shock to my system come Monday mornings, but I’m struggling tonight…
You see your blessings, the gift of life,
the joy and the fun of all around you.
Then, your mind wanders, you remember
those with us who are no longer.
Some things don’t make sense;
it is God’s dominion
Still, I think, if I understand,
if it makes sense, perhaps…
It can only be what I supposed
I repressed, and it has resurfaced.
I am feeling guilty for my own
blessing of a second chance.
But, it is guilt that isn’t mine;
nobody’s to take and carry.
I had chosen the will to stay,
to keep the faith and the fight.
I’ve had too much introspection for the week and weekend, so I spent a couple of hours on TikTok to pass time. Everyone seems so happy on TikTok. Everyone is having a lot of fun. How do I feel about that? How do I feel, in general?
It seems unfair.
I can still laugh. I still have the support of my community there. I feel loved. I can still escape there and then come back.
Others can longer feel the love, care and support meant for them.
I’m hoping it’s just the stormy weather…