Sunday, November 14, 2021

Sunday Night Thoughts

 My last post was prompted by events that occurred over the weekend.  The thing about social media is that no matter how big we think this world is, it really isn't.  Someone inevitably knows someone, that knows someone, that knows you, that knows him or her -whatever the case may be.  And so, no matter how very hard you have worked on yourself these past two years to get to a good place, one little picture, his face, that smile I adored is suddenly staring back at you -if only through a picture.  And sadly, that's all it took for my emotions to knock me down.  Suddenly I am listening to "make me cry" music which in turn urges my fragile mind to write sappy poetry.  Hence my previous post.  I wrote so much in the past two days I surprised even myself.  Lucky for you, I only published one poem.  Maybe later I will share more. 

 I know what I am going through is temporary and tomorrow is another day and all that.  That's why I am allowing myself to feel every single emotion, feeling, tears that I have inside me right now.  Because I know that I will be ok.  I am ok.  This weekend I kind of just brooded at home, in my thoughts, memories, wishful thinking, but no regrets.  


I hope your weekend was a great one.  I hope you did something fun and laughed.  Mine was good, despite the broken heart thing and I laughed.  Alot.  So there's that.

May sweet dreams guide you into the new week.



Sandra Cox said...

I trust your today was filled with joy and no tears.

Yvonne said...

Sandra- yes it was. Thank you!! 😘

CWMartin said...

I long ago wrote a lot of broken hearted poetry. It still resonates with me.

Janie Junebug said...

I think it's good to go ahead and feel whatever it is that you feel. Do it and get past it again. It's worked for me. I hope you feel better now.


Yvonne said...

CW- great minds...

Yvonne said...

Janie-most definitely 😊

Blue Grumpster said...

I thought I was the only one who'd stopped writing since November 2021. I hope you're doing fine, Yvonne. I myself crashed and burned but I'm sort of back now.


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