What Matters

Remember what matters:

What matters is love,

not one's possessions.

What matters is caring,

not one's money.

What matters is compromising,

not getting one's way.

What matters is sharing,

not having it one's way.

What matters is sharing,

not hoarding one's desires.

What matters is not being judgmental,

not judging others against one's expectations.

Remember what matters.





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Death is not a Failing Grade

Doctor Whitecoat, why do you not tell the one I love the truth?
The truth that there is no more you can do.
That you have done the best you can.
I appreciate and thank you for that.
You have done all that is humanly possible.
But you are not God.
You have limits.
Embrace them.
Accept them.
Admit them to the one I love.
That is all I ask.
Death is not a failure on your part.
It is not a failing grade.
It is a part of life.
Tell my loved one now.
Give them time to adjust.
Time to accept.
Time to embrace what they have now.
Let's go tell my love now.




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Within Reach

Almost  achieved my goal.

But not quite, sigh.

However, I am not down;

I am happy for doing so well.

It is within my reach,

if I keep believing in myself

and learning from my errors.

Next time my goal will be achieved.

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Feeling Lost

Feeling lost on life's path.

Light is still there because you are there.

There to help me to guide me.

To show me the path that I do not know.

You allow me to find my own path,

and making sure the light is on.

So much better than blackness and fog.

I smile and you smile back.

I am still feeling lost on life's path,

but you will always support me.

Still lost but hopeful. Smile.

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Standing Up

You cannot do x.

I have done it for years and like it.

Feeling bad; wondering what I have done wrong.

Inside me the anger festers.

Breathing deep, my anger calms down with time.

Finding someone who I thought I wronged, I talk to her.

She tells me you did nothing wrong.

The president is there, and tells me to continue helping.

Standing up for myself, talking in a calm voice, helped me.

Made me feel happy with myself.

Second time in a week.

First time, elsewhere, I was asked about a friend who I love.

She has medical issued, and he asked me why go with this loser?

I answered in firm voice that she is great.

He shut up.

Smiling for standing up for myself.

Standing up for me has been the right decision.

For if I do not stand up for myself, who will?

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Who Should Stew?

You make me out to be the bad guy,

and you are totally innocent.

I need to learn to laugh when you do that.

Show you that you have not gotten to me.

That would be much better than me letting me stew.

Stewing is a habit that I need to break.

Change is not so easy.

But it is better to let you stew instead of me. 

I want to be free of you.

To not carry you at all.

Just let you stew and for me,

for me to walk away happy.

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My Friends

Alone in the box

Safe, secure, comfortable.

It is nice, albeit dark and lonely.

The darkness is my friend;

the loneliness is my friend too.

They make me feel safe and secure.

I am alone in  the box.

Protected from the outside world.

My friends guard me.

They guard and protect me at a cost that is ignored.




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