My Goldfish Flutters

Hanging from a hook
under my heart; 
a goldfish in a bag 
from a fairground in my teens. 
If always it was there, 
and since then I learned its words, 
or it grew in response, 
I don't know. 
It makes no difference 
that hormones settled.
It pays no mind 
to victories since.

I sit here
and its tail flutters,
uncoded in my blueprints: 
the miracle balance 
of bone and muscle. 
She tells me it's a construct 
of wayward associations 
but my truth 
is my life 
and I'm here 
because I lived it. 

So take my truth 
and take my past
and leave a child. 
And I'd love to loosen 
but the handrail 
I've warmed so nicely. 
And I guess that it's true 
what they say 
about change, 
and age. 

But I'm not living enough for one 
and my orange friend makes two. 
So he flutters; 
and my world shakes.

A reminder

A reminder by Kelly @ Spark Change on what life is and why it is so important to live it.

Why does it take such an event as a death to afford us perspective? Maybe it is attention span, maybe once we have something to focus on we do just that. Maybe it is self preservation – a need to control potential dangers, or at least our exposure. Either way we wrap our attention around unnecessary trials and tribulations of all sizes. The most pressing truth of that is that there will always be a supply of them always waiting at the door. Always something of importance and always something to get stressed over.

There are many mantras to help that process of realignment, many places to turn to learn and advice to receive but trust is key. Read it all and hear it all and pay for your life coaches but if you do not trust them, if you do not trust the others who have been there and suffered so you do not have to then you are set to learn the same hard lessons the same hard way.