struck by the physicality of moving furniture
while simultaneously moping about and pondering
the longtime avoided therapy session that I
can no longer distract myself from
the aches in my joints remind me of the aches
in my chest that so long ago I found myself
in this room crying myself to sleep anxiously
with a scared heart and
an uncertain future
the future still remains a mystery
yet it is not feared quite as much
as I am learning to float above the pain
and find a way to heal
moving forward
while much has changed I have since
lived two twenty year lives (and then some)
to find myself happily parked back in the room
that I started in
many years ago
the joy it brings me
heals my heart
Today I reorganized my bedroom, and in the process realized the effect it had on my heart. I made a few clay items early in the morning, long before the physical labor of moving began. A dog and cat figurine, an extra large rainbow pendant, and many smaller clay pendants that I will have fun coloring at a later time.
I was inspired to write some poetry tonight based off today’s relocation from one bedroom to another – this being the room I did all of my previous writing in.
