Monday, May 15, 2006

But Always

There are days I wake and wonder if I’ll ever love again.
There are days I wonder if I’ll want to.
There are days I wonder if I already do.

There are days I question if I can run from it any longer.
There are days of standing still, cowering in my own shadow.
There are days where I don’t want to wonder anymore.
There are days where the wonder changes to hope.
There are days where the hope seems lost forever.
There are days where everything seems worth it.

There are days that are just days.
There are days where it takes my all to remember who I am.
There are days where I want to be someone else.

There are days there are no words for.
There are days I can’t explain.
There are days I don’t want to define.

But always, there are days.

20 comments:

Bejeweled said...

"But always, there are days". Great sentence... says it all. Glad to see you back...

Drunken Chud said...

there are days my favorite thing to do is get shit ass drunk and read your blog. cuz that's the only time i feel.

Ang said...

missed you!! glad to have you back!

definitely one of 'those' days!

hugs!!

Faltenin said...

More big hugs...

Jenni said...

You've taken the feelings and put them to words so perfectly.

Anonymous said...

There are bowel movements I wake and wonder if I’ll ever poop again.
There are bowel movements I wonder if I’ll want to.
There are bowel movements I wonder if I already do.

There are bowel movements I question if I can run from it any longer.
There are bowel movements of standing still, cowering in my own shadow.
There are bowel movements where I don’t want to wonder anymore.
There are bowel movements where the wonder changes to hope.
There are bowel movements where the hope seems lost forever.
There are bowel movements where everything seems worth it.

There are bowel movements that are just bowel movements.
There are bowel movements where it takes my all to remember who I am.
There are bowel movements where I want to be someone else.

There are bowel movements there are no words for.
There are bowel movements I can’t explain.
There are bowel movements I don’t want to define.

But always, there are bowel movements.

meghansdiscontent said...

Bejeweled - Thanks, girl. Glad to be back.

Drunken Chud - I never know how to respond to you . . everything sounds trite.

Ang - Missed you, too, girlie! Whose turn is it???

Fal - Thank you, dear.

Jenni - You always make me feel like I can write.

Anon - How profound. Thanks for the contribution. Even if it smells like it's subject.

Coyote Mike said...

There are days when I wake up and wonder what I am doing, naked on a bed, and who are these little grey aliens? And what are they gonna do with that long thingie?

angel, jr. said...

As always a good poem.

janestarr said...

I just hope I remember that everyday is a gift, even if I am depressed and hiding under the covers, there is still a reason to get up...I just don't know what that is sometimes. That does certainly suck. There are days...

Trix said...

Did you get my email? I sent it days ago!

Drunken Chud said...

britt, i'm going to take that as a compliment. however, you never need to respond.

Posters Anonymous said...

I think I am having a day today

Ang said...

my turn, I am on it!!!

Officially Fabulous said...

We all have THOSE days! You're not alone Brit!!
~Fab : )

Scorpy said...

..."There are days like these"

Anonymous said...

i think you must have a new man or something cause you are not writing nearly enough as you used to.

The Dot said...

I love your blog. It reflects your pain, and your pain is real. Pain teaches us how to feel love (you might not agree with with at this point)as it is a measuring tool, its relative.

I am glad I have found your blog. I have recently started my own blog, and haveposted some of my writing on it. Not all of it, because I dont get that much time to spend on my blog. My spare time I spend writing and reading. You see, I am trying to save the world. It really needs saving. People have forgotten how to feelm, or express themselves. The Company does not teach them to. Thats why there are so many peope on blog sotes. Its like one great Universal cry for help. People are desperate to connect. They just dont know how.

I am spending the rest of my day reading your blog.


The Dot
alternativeresistance.blogspot.com

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trueborn said...

Hope you're all right Babe.