The Storm Has Past

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The storm has past.
The new air can be felt.
It breezes by me.
I know it's there.
I have hope for a new.
I live in a pretend world.
Thinking just for the day.
Whatever comes tomorrow,
well, it's to be dealt with later.
I do this for my survival.
It seems to have helped.
I do not worry about the bad until I have no choice.
Due to that, I will not have any undue stress.
No one and nothing that I can at least control,
will bother me in my quest for peace.
The life I want to live.
The moments that I need to have.
I have given notice.
Do not disturb.
I will find peace.
I will live in harmony with my needs.
I will, like always, survive.

~ JC ~

Survivor

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Been a while since I wrote.

Lots going on.

When isn't there actually.

Life sure has a plan for me.

Not always the one I want though.

There is an unknown trail that I follow.

Being lead by the this and that in my life.

I try. Oh, do I ever try.

Dealing with lots of health issues.

And, I mean lots.

If it were just one, even that would be a lot.

Nope, I get the three for one special.

Heart, Back and Kidney.

Let's have them all go out on me at the same time.

At this point, everything can be fixed.

At least, that is my hope at the moment.

Course, what do I know.

I have been trying to survive this old body of mine

for over seven years now.

Damaged goods would be the term for me.

I enjoy my life.

If I'm not in a lot of pain, it's been a good day.

Only it reminds me of my battle.

It says, borrowed time you silly old lady.

Don't forget that I am after you.

I will get you.

You like those hospital halls.

You thought I'd let you get away.

What a silly old lady.

And, still I fight.

Cause I am the one who got away.

I survived sepsis and woke up from a coma.

I relearned to walk and learned most of the words I lost along the way.

I stay at home so that my damaged mind is settled.

I write lists.

I try oh so hard.

To someone else, I look like an old lady.

Only I have the secret to surviving.

Be mad at hell that this has happened.

And, drink and be merry.

Will my survival skills work for me this time.

I really do not know.

As of now, I'm looking at two maybe three surgeries.

Will I wake up from them.

Maybe.

And, the pain that will come with them.

Oh, won't that be fun.

So, for today I write.

I say to the world

Hell No I Won't Go.

 

~ JC ~