NaBloPoMo 2021: Do Good, Kid
Life often turns out not—so not—how we want.
How do we cope? Over and over, ad infinitum?
Between hope, expectation, and reality,
Where creep the fissures?
When they propagate into crevasses,
What do we feel?
Drop in there, name it.
Spelunk the caves, Shine the light.
Allow, contain; then soothe the hijack.
Find the way out—it may be different each time.
Run; in place if necessary.
Punch, lift, kick, jump, yell, throw—just do no harm.
Talk, but only to someone helpful (if that’s not you, find someone else this time).
Write. Anything, everything. Doodle, scribble, jabberwocky.
Take that pent up, swelling, potential(ly negative) energy,
Held under pressure like a great balloon of hot gas;
Aim it to propel you, ya?
In the direction of your meaning, your purpose, your mission,
Or just your peace for now.
Life may be an exercise in elasticity, among other things.
Practice holding strong tension, then releasing it fully.
Condition and train this discipline.
We’ got this.