Stop the walk

Cherry

By Magnolia Fay

Mon, 07 Mar 2022
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Resistance is futile

It is also fucking tiring

 

I count every second I waste on resistance

They strut against my eyelids

World’s most boring catwalk

 

Yet, here I trudge

every second in this mud

of clenched muscles

and gritted teeth

 

Until I am just

So

Fucking

Exhausted

 

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Okay, I swear I did not come to ABCtales to create a promotion space for my newsletter. The IPs have been so perfectly aligned to some of the poetry I had published, that it almost feels as if someone's been spying on me.

This one was from July 2021, a time of personal resistance and a time of fatigue. Much has changed since. I have shoveled enough mud to carve a path. Not quite the path of least resistance, but at least a path of less resistance.

It is strange to feel like you're getting better personally when outside in the world such tragic events are happening. Although I suppose wars, pandemics and other world tragedies don't really care about our individual well-being, so we might as well strive to get better and find those less-resistance paths. At the very least, it will give us more energy to help others. 

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Comments

Submitted by D Marie on

Hi Magnolia,

maybe it's the outside tragedies that spur us on to make ourselves better? Like you said, to help make the world a better place x

 

Submitted by Magnolia Fay on

I suppose that might be a factor. For me right now, I think it was partly because so much happened in my life during (and partly because of) the pandemic years, that it just cut me open, pulled me apart. My old coping mechanism had failed, and the only option now was to rebuild myself from the ground up, authentically this time. It's a process, but it helps me save energy that is needed elsewhere. 

Magnolia Fay