For We Write Poems prompt 202: Journal Poem
Same Page from 1/22/95
Society itself makes it almost impossible
to continue in virtues it touts as most valuable.
Good ones, like sharing and compassion.
That’s why I’m here late
a big stray dog,
and a schizophrenic healer.
For first time, feel real genuine compassion
for cripple I have been.
Know I am healing.
Slow natural process of change
comes from deep within.
Have found something inside
worth hanging onto,
worth nurturing for rest of life.
“Easy does it”
is good, right.
Steps will appear as needed,
in this place where self sustains,
as each day unfolds.
Elizabeth Crawford 3/3/14
Notes: Fourth Journal Poem. All of these words, phrases, sentences, came from one old journal entry dated January 22, 1995. Each one seemed to beckon, so they are here, all on the same page. Will return tomorrow with final poem for the prompt. Image is a digital painting, just playing with colors, and is titled “Dragon’s Lair”.