While We Stay Inside

We took for granted many things.

Some we thought we’d never miss.

But now they’re gone, it all feels wrong.

And so, we’ll stay inside.

A cold beer in the driveway with a few neighbors, around the time the sky starts to get dark.

Our children’s t-ball games on weeknights in the park,

Sitting shoulder to shoulder with a stranger, on a bus, that smells like pee.

Fully stocked shelves in stores, where everyone can find the things they need.

We took for granted many things.

Some we thought we’d never miss.

But now they’re gone, it all feels wrong.

And so, we’ll stay inside.

Full pews at church, smiles at the grocery store

and potluck dinners that never end.

Long lines in coffee shops.

Afternoon playdates with best friends.

We took for granted many things.

Some we thought we’d never miss.

But now they’re gone, it all feels wrong.

And so, we’ll stay inside.

Bumping shoulders at the farmers market, with early morning smiles that say “hello”

The neighbor kids’ laughter drifting through an open kitchen window

The roar of the crowd as the buzzer blares and the ball goes through the net!

When my hands smelt of lotion, gluten free flour and dirt from freshly planted flowers

Instead of hand sanitizer, soap and anxiety sweat.

We took for granted many things.

Some we thought we’d never miss.

But now they’re gone, it all feels wrong.

And so, we’ll stay inside.

Traffic jams and crowded, stuffy rooms full of friends on the weekend.

Awkward chatting with strangers at the dog park while our dogs become best friends.

School kids in hallways, lined up in single file.

Campfires on a buggy night with friends you haven’t seen in a while.

We took for granted so many things.

And now they’re all racing through my mind.

So, god, please grant us all the patience and faith

To wait this out inside.

A Poem for a Pandemic

The geese trust their instinct to fly south every fall.

The flower trusts the sun to return again in spring.

The tree trusts it’s leaves to grow back again each year.

So I can trust that this will end, despite this constant fear.

The cat trusts it’s bowl will be filled.

The bee trusts that each day there will be busy work to do.

The stars trust the moon to glow next to them each night.

So I can trust my body to be strong enough to win this fight.

A lover trusts another with their very heart.

The baby trusts his mother to tuck him in each night.

The fish can trust the ocean and ride the currents that pass through.

So I can trust that this strange nightmare will pass for me too.

The dog trusts that his master will return home at the end of every day.

The earth trusts the sun to hold us in her mighty pull.

A farmer trusts the rain to come and quench his parched field in his time of need.

And the birds trust, that even in the fiercest storms, the branch they built their home on will not bend.

So I can trust that we will come out of this ok, maybe even stronger in the end.

-A

grow

Quickly the earth turns from crisp brown to icy white

A soft blanket of snow settling over her, while she slumbers through the frozen night.

Her bright colors have been tenderly folded away for now,

Trusting in the spring, they’ll return again somehow

 It’s the type of cold that makes even the mighty pine stand still.

An earie kind of quite creeps, painting ice on every window sill.

While her children all keep warm by a fire snuggled close

The crackling flames dance merrily, happy to warm fingers and warm toes.

Time slips by in the shaken up, snow globe world until

the frozen heaps begin to melt, and trickling streams begin to fill.

And the parts of her that all seemed buried deep beneath the icy snow

Start to bloom again and perfectly afresh begin to grow.

-AE

Healing

My healing comes in steady waves.

So inconspicuous it could go unnoticed if one wasn’t aware.

Like the second hand on an old clock

I tick slowly on, in minute and determined movements.

The forward movement is so small it could go unnoticed by the naked eye.

Until you glance away, and back again, and see how far I have already come.

The Wave

It feels a thousand years ago

I started on this daunting path

With shaking hands and wild eyes,

Still picking up the broken pieces of the aftermath.

 

What had felt like an impossible feat

Has already begun to come to pass

And the healing that seemed so far away 

Came like a wave crashing over me so fast.

 

Once I accepted where I was 

And stopped trying to control the entire game

I found that were I was, was enough 

And my life was waiting there for me to come reclaim.

 

The part of me that’s hurt is still there

It just doesn’t sting so bad.

I’ve learned to trust myself again,

A self-love I’ve never had. 

 

The fear still creeps up on me

every now and then,

It’s breath hot and sticky

breathing down upon my neck 

 

But instead of curling up to hide 

I look that fear right in the eye, 

And tell it to back right off

Because I get to decide.

 

What is scary, what is dangerous,

What’s worth the adventure and the risk.

That anything life throws at me 

Together my heart and mind can fix.

 

It’s a very scary war to wage,

The one inside your head.

It takes a special kind of brave to speak of your demons

To utter words that long have gone unsaid.

 

Anxiety, OCD, Depression

and so much more.

Just the tip of an iceberg of issues

That the world’s learned to ignore.

 

It’s time we change the stigma, shed a little light.

Mental illness does not make you weak.

It makes you very strong.

And it takes a very brave soul

to ask for help when things go wrong.

 

 

So, the woman who feels hopeless,

Or the man who feels so lost but is afraid to say

Are nothing short of warriors

Donning armor and walking into battle every day.

 

 

So, when you feel the weight crushing down upon your chest,

Remember both the bad and good are but fleeting states at best.

You will learn to cherish every emotion your heart has had and each lesson that life gave,

Once you take a risk to swim and learn to love to ride the wave.

Fall is Here

The air is cold, it bites my skin.

And the trees have shed their leaves again.

The colors have changed from greens to reds and browns.

And my footsteps crunch on the frozen ground.

 

Children wait at bus stops, bundled up from head to toe.

The thermostat was switched from ‘air’ to ‘heat’ not that long ago.

My breath turns to an icy cloud in front of my eyes.

And not even the dog wants to go outside.

 

In the evening, the smell of campfire smoke fills the autumn air.

And summer blooms are covered, or brought safely inside with care.

The windows stay shut tight, to keep the cold away.

And the once blue skies settle into a chilly hue of grey.

 

Inside houses start to smell like spices, sweets, and cheer.

As families travel to each other, to hold their loved ones near.

And though outside, the warmth quickly disappears,

Inside our hearts are toasty warm, because fall is finally here!

 

 

 

Brave

What do you think of when you think the word ‘Brave’?

Do you think of knights or warriors or heroes in capes?

Or do you think of everyday people of all sizes and all shapes?

 

Brave is waking up each morning, willing to face the challenges of the day.

It is looking your problems in the face, but never backing down.

It is letting a smile sneak through when all your heart can do is frown.

 

Brave is walking through a valley of fear and doubt and pain.

It is silencing all of the ‘what if’s” smacking around inside your brain.

And somehow calming the restless and anxious soul and letting a racing mind unwind.

 

Brave is showing up to the doctor’s appointment

Even though you are afraid of what they might find.

It is learning to leave the demons of your past behind.

 

Brave is taking a deep breath in… and letting it out again.

Brave is admitting when you need help, that you can’t do it on your own.

It is making it through the night when it’s dark and you’re all alone.

 

Brave is smiling through the tears that are streaming down your face.

And cracking jokes in hospital rooms to ease your loved one’s fear.

Brave is accepting words of help, even when it’s not what you want to hear.

 

Brave is pulling yourself back up to standing, after you’ve taken your hundredth fall.

It is not beating yourself up for the times you showed your pain.

Brave does not mean that you are not scared, that your heart does not race,

and your hands don’t shake, they do.

 

Brave is feeling all of the fear and stepping forward anyways.

Brave is one foot in front of the other, one step at a time.

Brave is being patient for the change you need, trusting that the stars will align.

 

Brave can look at you with fear in her eyes, a quiver in her voice.

Brave can break down and be a monstrous mess

But brave knows that eventually, life will coalesce.

 

Brave is the woman at the clinic, or the man who limps slowly down the street.

Brave is the family in the waiting room, or the patient in the bed.

Brave is the battles we have won in the past, and the ones that lay ahead.

 

Brave is falling into bed after a hellish kind of day.

And telling yourself that even though it was so hard, it’s going to be ok.

Braving is reminding yourself that tomorrow is a brand new day.

 

Brave doesn’t always shock and awe.

Brave can be quite simple and quite small.

And sometimes those little tiny steps are the bravest of them all.

-A

Multiple Sclerosis Meltdown

I had a bit of a meltdown today.

I woke up in a body that did not feel strong.

My eyes open in the morning and my mind is 25 years young.

But my body does not feel like 25.

It feels weak. It feels fatigued. It feels unsteady.

Does everyone ache the way I do? Do they feel it at this age too?

I want to go out and explore the world.

I force myself to walk with my dog. Probably pushed too hard.

And after we both end up sleeping on the couch.

I don’t like feeling like my body is failing me.

I don’t like when the words “It’s not fair.” run across my mind for the millionth time.

It’s scary to know there is something wrong inside, something that no one can see.

Its unsettling to know that my own immune system is the thing hurting me.

I’m anxious for all the tomorrow’s and uncertainty they bring.

I am angry at my frantic mind for pulling me out of the present, out of calm.

Today I feel like 25 trapped in 93.

Today is what my husband and I call a “challenging day”.

It’s not bad, because it’s still my life and that is precious.

So we choose to look at this disease as a challenge.

Something that we can overcome.

I had a bit of a meltdown today.

But having good cry is not something that is wrong.

And although I may feel sick today I know

It’s what is on the inside that makes me MS Strong.

-A

 

A Poem for the Insomniacs

The pink and gold are streaming through the window.

The sun is sinking, melting slowly across the sky

Telling us the day is almost over, almost time to say ‘goodnight’.

 

I’ve been looking forward to my bed, so comfy and so warm,

Looking forward to the moment when I’ll pull the covers to my chin

And my journey off to dreamland surely will begin.

 

My head rests, it’s so comfy with my pillows and my dog snoring on the floor

The lights are out, and we have the temperature just right

I just know I’m going to get some damn good sleep tonight!

 

The seconds turn to minutes and then an hour has gone by

My eyes are drooping heavy, but my mind seems wide awake

I am tossing I am turning…I am thinking that last coffee was a mistake.

 

Insomnia, my old friend! How I love thee so!

I’ve tried everything to combat these tired and sleepless nights

I’ve taken my warm shower, meditated and turned out all the lights.

 

I have listened to a bedtime tale, and counted wooly sheep

I have stretched my legs and gotten up and gone on back to bed

I have even taken meds, but my brain chose “wide awake” instead.

 

It’s not that I’m not exhausted, because I truly am.

My limbs are tied to bowling balls and my eyelids feel like lead

But no matter what I do I’m restless, tossing and turning in this bed.

 

The moon stares through the window, telling me to close my eyes

The silence seems to roar, I should not be awake right now

The clock is mocking me, daring me to fall asleep somehow

 

We are a brotherhood of dream chasers, hunters of the ZZZ’s

We are united in our midnight thoughts and the sleepless fight,

Bonded by the early mornings bled from the late nights

 

We are nap takers, and coffee drinkers, we are the sleepless warriors

We have dark circles under our eyes and you may catch us in a yawn or two

We are the night owls, the sleepless zombies. Look around, we are all around you!

 

-A