Hall of mirrors

I came upon a hall of mirrors
where every fault was plain to see.
I found myself repulsed by actions
that were actually caused by me.

Who would dare to prick my heart,
finding fault within my reason?
Chiding me for what I'd wrought,
my faults to bear in open season?

My ego cracked the mirror.
How dare this hall reflect
the outragious words I lived by
and my careless acts without regret.

The meek stood in the mirror
with tears that welled and overflowed.
I noted their compassion,
and love for life in new abode.

Don't just stand there and look at me,
a hall of women in remorse.
I watched them turn to walk away,
their action changed my course.

I now looked outward from the mirror
to the woman who gently smiled.
She moved in grace with hallowed journey
her love unfolding every mile.

Her fractured heart with many faces
was melding slowly into one.
She stepped quietly from the hall
transporting me into the morning sun.

my solitary path

A path I've always walked without a burdened care.
Alone or with someone I rarely gave a thought.
Whatever challenge made it's way into my lair,
I simply lived and tackled every thing life brought.

So now the path would bring me changes to accept.
Was I complacent to ignore the atmosphere?
I thought to travel and make peace with my regrets,
Enjoy my solitary path with love, not fear.

sick leave?

Sometimes it takes everything you've got to get up and move. With this intestinal virus I've had, going on for three weeks, I've been told to stay down. Just rest as much as I can. The emergency room doctor wasn't kidding when he said, “This is one nasty virus.” I've been to see my regular doctor too; received additional medications. Wow, but I'm almost out of those and need to see him again.

I have been trying to write but this strongly influences what I do. Let me say that I know this will pass; everything does eventually. Just thought I'd share and let you know why I'm not truly present. Medications for nausea always make me sleepy. That in turn makes my head feel thick... what's that you say? Nothing new??? LOL.

It's a good thing I like liquid diets! All my favorite soups are brought home and devoured, but slowly. I have a perfect cup to hold my soups. I might even soak a saltine cracker or two in the yummy liquid. The medicine distorts my taste buds, so today's celery soup tasted like clam chowder. It's like an added bonus, really, as I like clam chowder (hahaha). Indeed I'm curious to know what tomato soup will taste like, but that's tomorrow's agenda.

Okay, that's all. Hope all of you are healthy. I'll be back soon.