Lifelong to-do list constantly looming overhead.
The infamous Summer Wave of Laziness strikes like lightning
Though much more predictable and dangerous.
Frantically opening the cupboards of my soul
Searching for even a small crust of motivation.
Nothing but emptiness and a heaping portion of self pity...
In a smelly casserole dish, no less.
Writing out a grocery list that stretches to heaven
And holding my end impatiently
Like a child holding mommy's hand in a crowd.
Taunting shoulder devil inquires, "Want to break free?"
"No," I reply firmly,
"This is freedom to me."
First item: Become the Best Version of Yourself.
My insides sink, as if to hide from such a task.
Ah, but a note written neatly below - Line Upon Line.
A tune begins to play like a familiar lullaby through my memory
Accompanied by the tender plink, plink of my heart strings
And a longing... no... an ache for direction.
I close my eyes and hum along to the song,
The tune that smells like spring blossoms
Feels like sunshine with a light mountain breeze
And looks like smile wrinkles and brightness.
Suddenly I'm looking into the mirror of my forgotten past,
Forgotten, yet as close as the next room.
I see me - she is happiness in its highest form,
Her smile tells of hard work and endurance that has paid off.
Hard work. Endurance.
I repeat the words in my head as if engraving them into my brain.
Her happiness is encouraging.
I drink in one deep breath after another
And open my eyes slowly,
Like preparing to depart after a yoga session.
I'm stronger. Inside.
And I continue grocery shopping,
With a new kind of smile on my face
And eyes to the skies.
"Line Upon Line."