Dearest me
I thought I’d write
I had to let you know tonight
I just can’t do this anymore
Can’t watch you lying on the floor
And not speak about the truth I see
So dry your tears, and listen to me.
I’ve been passenger on the ship your sailing
All points on the compass lead to failing
The horizon just shows fear and doubt
You’ve no rudder with which to turn about.
But failing doesn’t make you a failure
You’re the whole movie - not just the trailer
You can’t judge yourself now or who you’ll ever be
On an individual time of difficulty.
Others may judge you a failure, and that’s a fact
But that is not your only hat.
Only you can be you - your blood, muscle and bone
Who you are in a crowd, and who you are all alone.
We all fail; we all stumble
We see the plans that we made, crumble.
There’s no point just sitting there in shame and in guilt
You have to pick yourself up, and start to rebuild.
So I’m writing this letter, although I’ve always been near
To tell you things that you struggle to hear
When the noise of self-criticism drowns out other voices
But I promise you this; you have other choices.
I can’t say it will be easy - that would be a lie
The biggest challenge you face will be just starting to try
But I know you can do it, and you will see it too
Because there’s more to you being, that just being you.
The arguments, the battles The conflicts, the wars The dreams you are chasing The regret from before Those earrings or new things To put on your feet The things that you covet Walking down the street The diet you battle The distance you run The hours that you work For that week in the sun The deadlines, the pressure The emails to read Trying to catch up With life at full speed That fence that needs fixing The brickwork to mend The mountain of washing That just never ends The schedule we set out The treadmill we’re on The hours we spend Worrying who's right or wrong.
But none of this matters When you silently weep At the bedside of a loved one That you've no power to keep We would trade every item That we ever could own Just to keep them a bit longer Have them return home. In those moments of anguish When we must say goodbye All we can say is "I love you" As tears fall from your eyes.
I ogled the goggles Selected a pair That I thought would look dashing Make me so debonair Then waited impatient Until they did come Perchance on a swim day What kismet - what fun! Unpacked and assembled (They have a choice of nose clips) I got ready, with new goggles To enjoy a good dip. But as so often in life What you think will, often is not And the goggles started leaking Drop by drip Drop by drop. I was bleary eyed and frustrated Ocularly submerged in despair Had to get out and swap for my Original pair WHich fitted so perfect Like a vision based hug Keeping me free from water ingress Tight to my skin and quite smug. But I shall not be defeated New goggles will rise again I'll make adjustments and testing And will see how the fit then.
W Is For Duck 