Love your title: ..and sympathize with your peril.
I find myself this way, sometimes. I often have to work myself through it, finishing a piece of art or a home repair project at the oddest hour, to reset. Then I spend extra time outside the next day. Seems to recalibrate me, some.
Good write; the insomnia isn't showing.
Politicians very desparate: Politicians very desparate right now to find ways to be liked that won't cost their financers any power ; ) All for daylight's savings being permanent, none the less. Definitely unhealthy for the population to keep changing the clocks - more and more studies show it. And it's otherwise nothing less than a pain in the butt, which I'm sure you'd agree : p
In the meanwhile, spring coming in a few days early, lucky us! Sounds like a well-rounded, nice day. Picture perfect day here, as well. Glad to hear you felt up to it, and got to soak it in. Spring weather is a healthy spice of it's own ; )
Generous and flattering: Thank you very much. As with Patricia, your feedback always has a way of letting me know when I'm reaching the time-giving reader as intended. The design of the lines had the effect with you that I had hoped and intended they would have with someone taking the time to read, and I greatly appreciate that feedback as much as any here (though you've certainly given me much more, as well).
Thank you, as always: Your critiques are always empassioned and full of thought, lush with reader's interpretation. All draped with kindness and encouragement along the way.
Your feedback, as ever, is a watermark indicating I am having some success relying emotions and thoughts as I hope and desire to. There are certain writers who really excel at that (such as the gentleman below who also commented), and you are most certainly one who does. Thank you kindly.
Sunsets erupt: The intertwining of a sunset and a volcano is so full of intensity and a metaphor that creates a short of of venn diagram in the mind, capturing only all of the power, beauty and warmth of both, and pushing all other associations aside. It's truly an incredible opening. It's a poem all by itself. But the rest of the poem let's us know what brought such a powerful sensation to you. Here's hoping it is happy in the after.
When we stack floors upon foundations made for a 1-story cottage: The West's cruelty towards everday Russian citizens is a travesty and tragedy building on top of the tragedy already unfolding on the citizenry of Ukraine. But it's also instant karma for all of us "regular people" in the West, even if not our idea, as we become victims, too, with every penny and dollar rise in inflation (far greater than the government claims, but allows the fed to give as little help as possible). But, thankfully, the rich will get richer. Fewf.
A powerful metaphor, through and through: Admittedly not the write that my mind anticipated, having noticed your chosen pen name. Caught me a little off guard, despite the title "My Beast". Maybe it made this even more powerful, and real. Much as I've personally experienced with two different friends in the past, it often comes as a total shock to find out someone is victimizing themselves in this way as a result of emotional suffering. As in your words here, they were left to cope not just with what led them to want to teeter on the edge of fleeing life, this point of cutting themselves, but then also, additionally, to cope with the after effects...feeling left in a no-man's land between life and death. Feeling worthy of neither.
To me, your words captured what they expressed to me in the late hours of many nights, almost too precisely. I hope, for you, putting it in pen led to the needed release being found there. All the best to you.
Yes, peace, and we all can start small: It's first got to be an end to war within one's self, before ending war in the world.It's next got to be an end of war in one's home, one's family, before ending war in the world.
Then it must be an end of war in the neighborhood, the community.
These things precede any hope of ending warring within a city, a state, a region, or a country, let alone before ending war in the world.
Spring: Talk in D.C. to end clock shifts twice a year. Yay! Took walk down to Richard Park at Belle Isle bridge, passed out 5 copies of a free hip hop poem (2010). Lovely weather. Walked among the Canada Geese and ducks. Spring!.
Tumeric and pepper rocks, add cumin with generously on food. Had it on cheese eggs this a.m.
Joints better. ~A~
We Continue: No matter the errors of over supply - we will adjust, tighten the belt. Remember when one orange was 19 cents, cheer that we have more clothes than we need. Plenty will not be the word for 2022-25. EU reels with refugees. Any system can take only so much.
We will adjust. Ttyl xoxoxox ~A~
I don't think I could do a: I don't think I could do a better job than saiom of highlighting what is enlightening and life-altering in this profound reflection. So much wisdom to unwrap, savor and grow by. A treasure.
A heart-stirring and: A heart-stirring and courageously honest expression that tells me you are worthy. The heart is stronger than we give it credit for, and I say this with well over 60 years of "dying" and living to see another day. There's no shame in sinking to the lowest valley, as long as we remember the mountain is still there. The view's a little foggy, but it's still there. Yes, it's work, but you're valuable and you're worth it, and you're pretty good with words as well. Keep writing.