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Making Peace With Where I Am

Making Peace

Where I am is where I am but where am I now?
Have I time left to get to where I need to go?
Where I am now is troublesome. I’m in a place
Unbecoming of a person. Utter disgrace
Rains upon me. My memories are of sorrow.
Could I feel more remorse if I only knew how?

“All is well and it’s getting more well all the time.”
Not an appropriate mantra is this for me
At the moment but as I get things turned around
In my mind the more humanity can be found
In my nature. I know not how I came to be
Such a person susceptible to certain crime.

Have I the luxury to claim insanity
For all my past behavior? The things that I’ve done
Are atrocious and part of my reality.
Making Peace With Where I Am is how I break free
From my own psychic prison where I had begun
A sentence of self-undoing repentantly.

Where I am is an indicator of where I
Want to be and the gap between them I control.
Everything I’m living is an indication
Of downstream or upstream motion and I’m the one
To decide which direction will make me more whole.
That I feel somewhat hopeful I cannot deny.

All Is As It Should Be

Harsh Reality

Things are as they are, and I am where I am now.
Finding peace with the circumstance is challenging
When I feel just as sick as the world I live in.
If I had to I wouldn’t know where to begin
Comprehending behavior. If it were my thing,
How much hatred and suffering would I allow?

What would be a good mantra or affirmation
I could use to anchor my vibration to be
Uplifted? “All is well and is getting better?”
If I’m not right, it’s not one that I would prefer,
But I can find the words that are just right for me.
“It was bad, but it got better.” That’s a good one!

I can soothe myself in the same way that I’d try
To soothe anyone under any condition.
From my perspective, things are nowhere near alright,
But it’s possible for me to gain some insight
That will put me in a much better position
To make peace with the here and now. My health is why.

Whatever I’m living isn’t more important
Than that fact that it’s only an indication
Like the gas gauge that tells me I’m almost empty.
I don’t cry and ask, “What the hell’s happened to me?”
Indicators tell me that things ought to be done.
In each moment I can learn to find the right chant.