Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Perspective

Perspective

I get up.
Another day, the same
Messes
Tears
Chores
Work.

The repetition is hard.
Some days -
Too hard.

Where is my mark?
Fame?
Notoriety?

And then I look outside
My home
World
Mind.

And I cry.

These aren't tears of sadness, grief.
It's realization.
That what I do
Is a good work.
Sacred
Time Honored.

And I should cherish it.

1 comment:

motherofangels said...

I often feel that way too! Most days I feel it at some point or another. It helps when I talk to my friends... though I don't seem to do it most days. Call me if you ever want even 5 min of girl talk! I'll come by :) Serious!