acceptance vs denial

acceptance vs denial

A Poem by An Ordinary Woman

Give your body long enough
& it will fail. Sometimes it's little bits and pieces
(You won't notice at first)
Sometimes big chunks go all at once.
Yesterday I was well. Today I am not.
A chunk of wellness broke off
while strolling an aisle of a thrift shop
Disappeared into gone forever
The doctor can see you today.
She'll proclaim the same.
It won't matter that she tells me what I already know.

She tilts her head down slightly when she says it
And then looks up at me
Like a parent explaining how monsters don't live under beds
Or why we can't have candy for breakfast.

I can process it for weeks, slowly think of doom
Or resume living again until the next chunk or bit falls away.

It's a choice, you know, to say you're dying.
I find a safer grace in living today.
Tomorrow, who knows?





© 2015 An Ordinary Woman



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yeah, losing big hunks can really affect our mood...i have conversations with death every day...it always tells me it's just doing its job, not to take it personally...i guess it's been so close for so long (nine major surgeries, with two this past year), it's tangible, and not entirely unwelcome...my best to you old friend

Posted 2 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

An Ordinary Woman

2 Years Ago

ah yes and thank you, the same to you my friend. Now that you put it that way, it's a bit easier to .. read more



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I ask myself why molecular medicine can't arrive today. The symptoms, pills, lab work just don't cut it. I'm ill after Vietnam. I will be all my life.

Regards,
Al

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


Ahh I know the feeling.. falling apart sometimes presents slowly and then all at once. We lose pieces of ourselves constantly. Beautiful piece.

Posted 5 Months Ago


When we are young I'm not sure we give much thought to how important our health is...maybe more these days, but when I was young it wasn't something we gave much thought to. We were indestructible and now, many years later I feel it. You handle this with realism and grace. None of us, young or old, is promised another breath...you are so right, it is a choice how we look at "what is". Quite poignant a read.

Posted 1 Year Ago


it is a choice, it is reality, i too am getting older, and no matter what living is the choice...........
God bless you.....
Don

Posted 1 Year Ago


I can see a film play out as I read. Life, getting older, health. I think about it everyday, what's it all really mean, what part do I play? It's not even a question of age because the young suffer mentally while the old suffer physically. Thank you for writing.

Posted 2 Years Ago


and the weirdest thing is it gets heavier to move on instead of lighter. Whiskey helps but so does wine, and then I get hungry.

Posted 2 Years Ago


yeah, losing big hunks can really affect our mood...i have conversations with death every day...it always tells me it's just doing its job, not to take it personally...i guess it's been so close for so long (nine major surgeries, with two this past year), it's tangible, and not entirely unwelcome...my best to you old friend

Posted 2 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

An Ordinary Woman

2 Years Ago

ah yes and thank you, the same to you my friend. Now that you put it that way, it's a bit easier to .. read more
Your message is loud and clear. Live in the present. Forget the past.. don't worry about the future. Accept life. Accept the present as it is... a really good write :)

Posted 2 Years Ago


your wonderful, beautiful grace

it is so good to read you

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

An Ordinary Woman

2 Years Ago

Thank you Emily. It was good to have words for a minute. :)
We must give our all today for tomorrow is not a given.
A poem full of profound thinking.

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

An Ordinary Woman

2 Years Ago

thanks and you are right, my friend.

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