Adventures in Divorce

I always wondered why people who murdered their spouses didn't just get a divorce.... I now understand why

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No, I'm not a prophetess. Cassandra, according to Greek mythology, spurned the advances of the Greek god Apollo and her gift of prophecy was cursed so that her predictions would never be believed. Such is my life. I tend not to think like most people, which is a gift... but also a curse. So step into my mind, take off your shoes and stay for awhile... you're always welcome, loved ones.

August 4, 2008

Just until I find my own words again.....

It is
The
What-
Ifs
The magnanimous possibilities of this life
This now
This hour
This minute
The next is unknown
And that is ok!
Alright
All good
Uh-huh
Can't say what will break through
Can't say what will slide out
Knock up the world today
But I am soft and strong
Willed and passionate
My dreams are of seeing and being
More than what I am
And these dreams don't take the low podium
Now that I know
What I know
And that don't fit into sizes
Or parameters
Nothing can bar my exceptionality
Won't be wearing the silver medal,
No medals at all
My muscle has grown and my back has vigor
I am ready for the unspecified
Why shouldn't I be?
It is the what-ifs my darlings
That we should gild
The magnanimous possibilities of this life
This now
This hour
This minute
The next to be unknown
And that's ok!
Oh yes!
All good
Uh-huh
Hallelujah

~Jill Scott, "The What-ifs", The Moments, the Minutes, the Hours: The Poetry of Jill Scott

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Adventures in Divorce: Just until I find my own words again.....

Just until I find my own words again.....

It is
The
What-
Ifs
The magnanimous possibilities of this life
This now
This hour
This minute
The next is unknown
And that is ok!
Alright
All good
Uh-huh
Can't say what will break through
Can't say what will slide out
Knock up the world today
But I am soft and strong
Willed and passionate
My dreams are of seeing and being
More than what I am
And these dreams don't take the low podium
Now that I know
What I know
And that don't fit into sizes
Or parameters
Nothing can bar my exceptionality
Won't be wearing the silver medal,
No medals at all
My muscle has grown and my back has vigor
I am ready for the unspecified
Why shouldn't I be?
It is the what-ifs my darlings
That we should gild
The magnanimous possibilities of this life
This now
This hour
This minute
The next to be unknown
And that's ok!
Oh yes!
All good
Uh-huh
Hallelujah

~Jill Scott, "The What-ifs", The Moments, the Minutes, the Hours: The Poetry of Jill Scott

Labels: