An improv poem on a theme dear to my heart…
It has been a very long couple of weeks, with broken appliances and cars, illnesses within and outside the family, and overexposure to violence, fear, and retaliation. Sometimes, as a person with two chronic illnesses, I want to just quit everything. But I don’t. I keep going. This life is mine, and I believe in squeezing out every last drop of joy from it while I can.
Perseverance (for Bianca)
Perseverance starts small.
It builds in your mind; whenever
you look, it’s there to find.
You have to keep doing all things little and simple.
You have to keep claiming it. MINE.
That’s really the secret.