I AM STRESSED WITHOUT STR

Going home, I head to the chair in the garden,

leaning my back, comforting the pain

after facing enormous challenges.

 

There was so much work to do during the day,

and I went home as the darkness of evening fell.

 

Now, I gaze at the waving leaves,

and direct my sight to the graceful clouds.

 

It is good to talk alone.

It is good to utter words

and treasure this beautiful, sweet pain that I have gained.

 

I know something good is about to happen.

 

It is good that I speak with myself,

smiling at the sky, and feeling blessed

because I am able to tell my narrative.

 

Though no one else listens, my blossoming flowers do.

 

I am blessed that I can express.

I am blessed I can tell my tales,

unlike others who stay quiet,

and only feel the pain within,

and sometimes even complain.

ME Helen Sarita