DAY 153
365 days, which means 202
of writing left, of keeping promise
with myself--I'm not good at
--keeping promise--
fear gets in my way so often
it's sickening--really
as in headaches
and stomach pains
and heart burns
and soul grief
sickening
I hate this truth about myself
the one that I'm not good
at keeping promises
but I promised I'd write
SOMETHING
everyday and so far, 153 days
worth of promise-keeping
it's not 365, but it's
something... isn't it?
I learned this year
that you can keep every promise
except one and lose something/someone
dear, even if you get to 153... there's
still 202 worth of promise to keep
and it doesn't count it you don't
get there, so know/no it doesn't count
for something unless you finish
you keep it, you complete it
and if you stumble... it counts
for nothing, really.
I learned that this year.
I've already lost for want of a promise
and so maybe this one
I can keep. I don't know.
but it's day 153 and I'm writing
so that counts for something...
today.
© Valerie Bridgeman
June 3, 2013
POSTED VERY LATE BECAUSE OF TRAVEL, but written anyway!
But written any way! Yes it counts. All the days count. All the words. All the life we lived this far to write the poem / musing / story.
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