Doom-scrolling a 2020 Rhapsody

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You open facebook…

Wait what?, Omg, WTF!?, face palm, Holy Crap! This can’t be happening???

You scroll past 2 posts…maybe…if you’re lucky…

Wait what?, Omg, WTF!?, face palm, Holy Crap! This can’t be happening???

You scroll faster trying not to see images of trumps face…and horrible news….past a couple more posts…

Wait what?, Omg, WTF!?, face palm, Holy Crap! This can’t be happening???

It becomes a game to try and find something positive and uplifting, but you persevere…often to your own detriment.

You continue to scroll…desperately now searching for…kitties, puppies, flowers, anything..happy.

Instead you see…pandemic, death, lockdown, murder, mayhem, hatred, violence, racial tensions, protests, sex trafficking pedophiles, political discourse, made up posts shared as facts, fights over masks, science vs religion, right vs left, the kkk is alive and well, and FUCKING MURDER HORNETS…really!?

Wait what?, Omg, WTF!?, face palm, Holy Crap! This can’t be happening???

You want to stay informed, but at some point you just have to step away….from…

Wait what?, Omg, WTF!?, face palm, Holy Crap! This can’t be happening???

And give facebook, the news, social media, and yourself a much needed rest.

 

©Dani Heart

8/6/2020

Bereft

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A moment of sadness pours into my cup until it’s nearly overflowing.

A warm haunting melancholy ensues over what wasn’t, what isn’t, and what might not be going forward.

I drink it down…not slowly, not quickly, but evenly with rapt acknowledgement.

Undaunted I pour a new cup of warm sweet sustenance and fill it with Love, determination, and Hope (however audacious) then drink it down slowly until it permeates my soul.

 

©Dani Heart

5-10-2020

 

Muscle Memory

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I awoke in peril while attempting to flee.

I ignored the nurse’s warnings in my haste until

the forced injection insured my compliance.

Muscles have memory…

Whatever happened while I was under…my body

remembered, and at the very first opportunity did its level

best to save me from further trauma.

We’re taught from a young age to negate our body’s warning signs…

Your hair bristling, a pit in the bottom of your stomach, feelings without proof that something or someone’s just not right.

Our body often knows what our brain is unable to accept or make sense of.

Of late I’ve pondered…a peek at my record…

But muscles have memory…

And I think I already know enough.

 

 

©Dani Heart

3-12-2020