Afloat on hope

a viral magic act —
making all disappear
except essentials
and our souls are tore down
emotions tested
communities spread thin
but never so together —

fear and negative mindsets
purpose and positive actions
our generosity unmasked
inspiration is contagious

we live, we die;
we survive, but barely —

it’s been so long
we are getting sick of this, but
it’s gotten us closer to ourselves
even as we distance from others

some have perspective
others have only anger

a year of stern warning from
mother nature that many won’t heed
suffering, separation, and need —
a year of gratitude and pain
a year of disorder, loss and gain —
yes, many gifts too — science, love
veiled blessings, principle, priorities
months were lost but not the lessons

we have homework: wrest the energy
to begin our rock-bottom rebuilding

—Terri Guillemets

Value-able

some see treasure in everything,
while others die believing
everyone else struck gold but
never finding any for themselves —
how sad for those lost, bitter beings
who were ever blind of heart

—Terri Guillemets

Kicked happy, fallen grateful

Some people say I’m too damn cheerful. They assume I haven’t been knocked around enough in life. And it’s true that I’ve been more than averagely blessed in many ways — but, I’ve also known a lot of struggles: sharp, excruciating, gnawing, vicious; external, internal; brutally quick and achingly ongoing; lightning strikes and hammer blows, tripping falls face-to-ground. I drag heavy fears, and I’ve been through many forms of pain.

But why nurture the negative? With each adversity and graying year comes a brighter, giddier laugh and a more sincere, deeper smile. My heart gets both weaker and stronger with each blow, and every knockout convinces me that I don’t want to spend any more time, not even mere seconds, being miserable or resentful or smeared with the filth of the past.

I wash myself clean each morning and try to brave the new day. It’s better than wallowing in the stink. I’ll take what I can get in lessons and give whatever I can in smiles. And yes, I hug and I love! — my comforts amongst the ills of life.

—Terri Guillemets