#56 of 365 – “brood”



there is a stone

that begins to fall

when the holidays


growing heavier

as dense, clumsy



with uneasiness,


and an unflattering


that makes me

small and silent

and likely

to brood.

I want so much

to feel the warmth

of contentment’s

wide open space,

and the freedom

of my family’s



but I am angry

that my limited


cause me disgrace,

by the ingratitude

and envy

that darken

my face.

About Blackbird

Poet, sculptor, jewelry maker, writer, spouse, parent, crazy person - not necessarily in that order.
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2 Responses to #56 of 365 – “brood”

  1. mrchokeys says:

    Finally at 54 I no longer feel the deep shame and resentment, just gratitude that after all I put them through I still have my family’s love and acceptance, however there is a lingering sadness that I have nothing concrete to show in the way of “achievements.”

    • Blackbird says:

      That’s very cool. I can get there sometimes, but still feel bad when I can’t contribute the way I want to…lot of stuff in December and January – holidays, anniversary, birthdays(plural)!…always wrestling with what I have vs what I want to for the people I love. But, gratitude is indeed the answer. Thanks for the comment!

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