Photo prompt by Tess Kincaid
Hostesses and challenge by Magpie Tales
like old used
brushes and rollers
in a closet,
her life
lies waiting
without purpose
unpainted
a project started
and pushed aside
lacking motivation
to make it all it could be...
her creativity stifled
in what needs to be painted,
longing for brighter colors,
better days,
her mind drifts back
when her life had aspirations...
bittersweet memories
of raising her children
alone in her strength
having worked most
of her life
"it felt right"
occasionally complaining
like everyone else,
but it always
shot her out of bed each morning
recharged
keeping her organized, on task
and happy...
was the marriage
after the kids moved out,
a mistake?
her doubts began
when he wanted to move away
away from her family and children
knowing they were her everything...
retired now, they both feel regret
him knowing her unhappiness
she, feeling stuck...
growing older
less physically capable
further away to ask for help
less income
depression
less options
less conversation
gas prices soaring
less travel to visit
buyer's market
fragile economy
government turmoil
investments dropping
bleaker future
less in common
fewer phone calls and face time
as young families get on with living
raising children and working...
life goes on
like a raging river
swim or sink
this isn't how
she thought her life would be
some times
getting older
feels like
waiting to die...
her spirit needs inspiration
her mind needs goals
her heart needs interaction
her soul needs a purpose...
her hope
like her eye sight
is dwindling...
thinking of the difference
between those with an action plan
and those without
should be as easy
as "just doing it"
unless one is lying down...
procrastination is a rusty,
tangled wire wrapping tighter
the more her denial
of her reality
overwhelms her...
she'd drink
if it were her inclination...
instead, naps are her escape hatch
as her hand slams the closet door shut
pushing it from her mind,
"There will be no painting today."
~dkb~
9 comments:
Great writing and I know someone in that spot.
Your Magpie tells the story of a sad and lonely woman ... I hope this isn't about you. Beautifully written.
kinda scary just a bit...to have ones naps be a form of escape...think i would rather paint...nice bit of storytelling though as i was right there in it..
Goodness, how sad :(
and my heart catches in my throat - oh!
What a wonderful heart breaking poem.
It is sad in the twilight years one is faced with such physical and emotional woes. Brilliantly written!
Poor soul. What a feeling to be stuck in this situation.I'd probably be thankful for sleep, too.
I'm all for having a day off!
hmm very thoughtful poem...sad but true...!
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