Note to Self

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Here we are in September, and I’m still hanging in there with my post a day challenge. I have written a lot of poetry using different styles since I started in January. I’m not saying it has been great poetry. I’ll admit most of it wouldn’t win any contests. Surprisingly, Word Daddy has stuck with me through the ordeal. He still says he wants a raise. This month I plan to write Soliloquies. These are rambling monologues where the poet has conversations with herself. I believe this will be my biggest challenge since I don’t often talk to myself. I want to put a disclaimer right at the front of the adventure. The views expressed are the inner dialog of the poet. They might be total bs, but they are real. The first poem in this series I will call Note to Self.

Note to Self

Sometimes you forget who you are

And you tend to allow others to define your reality

You forget that you’ve come so far

On your journey out of mediocrity.

Not that you have ever arrived

To a place where you have achieved your best

But it is the target for which you’ve strived

And for the weary, there is no season of rest.

Congratulations, you didn’t have the perfect starting point

At times you let that slow you down

It would help if you remembered situations that disappoint

It shouldn’t make you permanently wear a frown

They are the only obstacles placed in your path

Challenges for you to rise above

An obstacle along your emotional footpath

That can be surmounted and sidestepped with love

There have been failures you can’t deny

Decisions that can’t be changed

Plunging you to the ground when you wanted to fly

Plans that had to be rearranged

Sins of omission and commission committed when weak.

A wave of slow-burning anger turning into blazing hate.

Blocking the emotional healing that you seek.

A wall of fierce fire to contemplate.

You are old now, but you aren’t dead

A little snow on the roof never killed anyone

You might as well get it through your thick head

There is a lot of living left before you are done.

It’s time for you to get on with it

And you know it’s true

That you have never been the perfect fit

But you have always been able to make do.

Who is Molly Shea?

Molly Shea is an accomplished fictional short story writer from Indiana who writes short stories and novels about a fictional town called Tecumseh.  To read more of her short stories and adventures, click here.

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Published by henhouselady

I am the author of Saving the Hen House. I didn't know when I started it would turn into a series. I love to ride motorcycles, the blues, my family, and going on adventures. This old hen rocks.

7 thoughts on “Note to Self

  1. “You are old now, but you aren’t dead”

    This is a compelling poem about expectations. Others want to define us, and we can deceive ourselves. But there is time for the truth to get in. And, yes, we should resist the notion we were and ever are a “perfect fit.”

  2. thanks for sharing such inspiring words of poetry… as I read through the lines, I see imperfection and also see encouragement and strength coming out of imperfection or weakness

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