A weary flower.
Can't get my mojo working today.
This is a day when I dial down my expectations.
Of all the things I CAN do
- many I feel I SHOULD do -
today I will
rush headlong into my activities and tasks.
I will honour what I feel
take care of myself.
Whose standards do I live up to, anyway?
Why do I feel I need to produce
a tangible, measurable outcome
to prove my worth?
The curse of societal expectations
- the legacy of conditioning -
plays havoc with my mind.
Who will critique me if I don't make progress?
Is it only my inner voice that scolds me?
Outside with my work,
dog relaxing at my feet:
today I will take in my surroundings,
enjoy the little moments
and be grateful for my small achievements.
Published by annabelharz
I am the author of "Journey into the Dark and the Light". My book features poems and accompanying pictures, depicting my journey of recovery from depression.
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