Bio Note: In this last year we’ve had to make many adjustments, meet many challenges to health and well being, challenges mental, physical and spiritual. Writing in itself has helped me through these times, as it has through many difficult times in the past. These brief poems examine a few of my old “survival strategies.”
My daily ritual morning and night the way some start and end their days with prayer I count out and take a fistful of pills designed to keep me smooth and uncomplaining so I stay under the radar blurred just enough to pass without notice or the energy to organize something outrageous. I miss those good times before the reformation of my private chemistry when I could still feel the echoes of creation and hear the voice of God beat in my blood.
It all comes down on me at once years piled up like old baggage behind a door that finally opens and I am too surprised to dig my way out. So I sit half buried waiting for you to come and say it doesn’t matter these things happen we can still get it all cleaned up and tucked away again. No one really remembers it the way you do they’re much too busy managing their own histories to notice your dusty old mistakes. Don’t worry your sins until they’re worn and tattered. Let them go.
©2021 Mary McCarthy
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