Lists are what keep me whole
all year round. A jar full of happiness,
chalk board of errands and
phone notes, reminding me I need bleach.
In 2022, what will I keep?
What gets discarded, what shall I burn?
No, actually let’s stick with discard.
I’ve always been afraid of fire;
I’m a water sign.
Keep:
Humour, for sanity
A helping hand, good karma
Animals and plenty of them
Mum, my arch and armour
Hope
Tea
Books in the bath
The friends who ask me how I am when I’ve forgotten to ask myself.
Discard:
Quite possibly, everything else.
Or, realistically, maybe
the lies. Just the ones about
my feelings.
Jan 1, 2022
Jan 1, 2022 at 5:11 AM UTC
Lists are what keep me whole
all year round. A jar full of happiness,
chalk board of errands and
phone notes, reminding me I need bleach.
In 2022, what will I keep?
What gets discarded, what shall I burn?
No, actually let’s stick with discard.
I’ve always been afraid of fire;
I’m a water sign.
Keep:
Humour, for sanity
A helping hand, good karma
Animals and plenty of them
Mum, my arch and armour
Hope
Tea
Books in the bath
The friends who ask me how I am when I’ve forgotten to ask myself.
Discard:
Quite possibly, everything else.
Or, realistically, maybe
the lies. Just the ones about
my feelings.
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