Transfusion

Blood-filled vein cut

open, dripping red onto white,

filling each line with another

piece of me, myself and I

listen to blood dropping,

heart slowing,

eyes closing,

life slipping

away I go,

letting go of everything.

Labored breaths signal

the end.

Shackled emotions break

free from mortal minds

let loose on wire-bound pages,

my fingertips pulsate.

No longer dripping,

life seeps quickly,

lines filled completely,

one last moment of resistence

flees.

I surrender.

Vein emptied.

Heart stopped.

Life lost.

Away I go,

giving my life to poetry.

Creative

With school out of session for the past two weeks, i have felt the need to indulge in personal pleasures like reading! I finally picked up A Thousand Splendid Suns  by Khaled Hosseini, author of The Kite Runner. I thoroughly enjoyed the Kite Runner and look forward to once again getting engrossed in Hosseini's work. I have also felt a creative bug and besides my editing, I recently began a crocheting project. I made a hat which took me no real time at all. This was done for my running partner but I plan to finish one each for the hubby and kids before school starts again.

My Life, My Lessons

The school year came to an end a few weeks ago. While I was happy to see it end, I was not so happy about my grades. I didn't do nearly as well as I would have liked. Two years ago, my youngest was a baby and I managed to run back and forth to school with the kids in tow and received an A and a B. This semester was, well I thought less hectic... Kids all in school and yet I receive my first ever college C and D! D! I am still screaming inside. I choked on both of my finals and they each weighed heavily on my final grade. I knew when the pencil went down it was not going to be pretty. I sat in the same room for both finals... back to back! No recovery time. It was a little much. I could sit around and beat myself up about it but it's done. I know that I need to put more time in to the work which means more personal sacrifice. I'm weary to think of what that personal sacrifice will be... 

Loss.

I am a romantic. Many may automatically think of a relationship but I am a romantic in EVERY sense of the word. While very aware of reality, I flirt with idealism and fantasy. I have become accustom to certain occurrences in my life but have come to a place where I must now let them go. It is painful in a way but then that's the nature of loss, isn't it? I will become untrained, unaccustomed and the pain will dissipate. I pray only that the romance is not totally loss in the process.