EVERYTHING IN STRIDE
By Debi Lyn ~ completed 10/23/21 @ 10:30 pm
How is it people seem to take everything in stride
when everything for ME is a commotion inside?
Even when I thought I’d had it all together, I still cried…
… and cried…… and cried.
What, pray tell am I to do, just let everything slide?
It’s not my style; I just can’t do it.
I’d rather meet it face to face and get right to it.
I’ve started up right, and sometimes gotten through it,
But without encouragement, I always blew it.
When everything comes rushing in, I want to hide.
When others rise above the noise, I often step aside.
Even when I did my best, I came untied…
…and then retied… and again untied.
What, pray tell am I to do, just let everything slide?
I need much patience from myself AND others
Understanding, too, like is often shown by mothers.
But time is money, and money always governs.
That’s when I get nervous and make several blunders…
This hovers, and covers, and ultimately smothers
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