A Poem and An Invitation: Everyday, Everyday

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Hello and Many Blessings To You!

We’ve all had those days, those that you just feel as if the effort you put out into the Universe just isn’t getting recognized: the constant struggle of waking up a bit earlier than normal to do ritual work to manifest something; trying your best to always be the better person and seeing things on a bigger picture; putting out a feint smile to your “best friend” who continues to ramble about life, and despite the advise you give him/her (and the controlled urges of dousing his/her Taglock with a generous helping of Hot Foot oil) s/he doesn’t do anything about it.

You try your best to know more knowledge about yourself, seek ways to better yourself, and just be a better version of yourself in general, and yet it feels as if no one is there to support you.

No one.

I’ve had THAT kind of day just a few days ago, ironically after I went to the gym for my morning workout.

While the temptation to make a Facebook post just telling the world my need to be recognized is great, I resisted.

And so I resorted to writing this poem instead, that I hope you too would enjoy reading.

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Everyday, everyday
I’m given the choice
To either lie in bed and just let things be
Or to pick myself up and Try Again.

Everyday, everyday
I take the choice most difficult:
To pick myself up
And then Try Again.

Everyday, everyday
I open myself up
To let the whispers and ails of my people
Within my tattered but strong soul
And hear their aches and pains;
Putting them first, before myself.

Everyday, everyday
I seek the chance to be heard for one moment,
To be listened to, to be asked if I am still β€œokay”.
And yet,

Everyday, everyday,
I find that chance to be too fleeting,
Muffled by my people’s own aches and pains,
Who seek more to be heard that to listen,
To speak rather than to be quiet,
To make themselves known
Rather than surrendering to the whispers,
That I myself hear solely in pure silence.

And everyday, everyday,
I ask myself:
Is this all worth it?
Am I being noble?
Or am I just being naive?
Am I just a few of the souls
Who possess a gentle but strong flame
That surpasses the bright yet weak embers
So few appreciate?

And so, everyday, everyday
As the Moon shines its light
Within the quiet of my sacred space,
I surrender my exhausted soul
To the one who Truly Listens.

To remind myself that I am here for Something
Far beyond
What I can understand at this Moment,
Maybe on this Day,
Perhaps within this Lifetime.

…

Everyday, everyday,
When you catch a glimpse of my bright smile,
When you see me in my own quiet accord,
When you decide to seek my humble advise
About a problem you deeply wish to be resolved,
Know that I’ve chosen the Second Choice
Of Picking Myself Up
And Trying Again.

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BoS / Journal Prompts:

  1. Have you experienced these kinds of days lately?
  2. What things within your personal circle and control (social media, friends/family, situations) triggered these feelings to come up?
  3. Whenever you feel unrecognized of your personal efforts, what self-care methods do you use to keep yourself from feeling self-pity for too long? Tea?Spellwork? Affirmations? A good book?

Take Care of Yourself, Beloved. Blessed Be!

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