Tag Archives: misery

Light or Dark?

28 Oct

When people ask me how I am, I’ve taken to saying, “Unstoppable.” Our word choice matters, and something as simple as “Good” or “Not good” can cast light or darkness into the world. Don’t ever succumb and wallow in self-pity, because you never know who’s watching and listening. Inspired by a conversation I just had with an old friend who’s dealing with a severe leg and back injury. At the beginning of our conversation, he said he was doing badly. By the end, he said “I’m good. I’m great!” Stay in the light…

Light or Dark?

When hardships rear their ugly head
And dig their fangs in deep
Will you cast light out to the world?
Or will you only weep?

When challenges arise and cause
The loss of things held dear
Will you be grace’s example?
Or will you broadcast fear?

When troubled times befall us
It is easy to forget
That others can see us as we
Worry, suffer and fret

But if we keep in mind that eyes
Are always turned our way
It helps to remind us that all
The words we choose to say

Can cast a light onto this world
Instead of casting dark
To say, “I’m doing horrible”
To whine, complain and bark

Just causes more to be afraid
To worry what could be
“What if that horrible thing
One day happens to me?”

But if we choose to be the light
To let it go and say
“This is just another test
It won’t cause me dismay”

It will inspire others to
Look at their own distress
And have the courage to engage
To confront, to address

While keeping cool, while keeping calm
While maintaining their grace
“That warrior survived his own
Struggle without a trace

Of fear or doubt or misery
So I too will emit
A light of strength and grace and not
To the darkness submit”

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Ribbons of Angst

26 Jan

“When you feel fear, use the sword.  Take it up here and cut the mind to ribbons.  Slash through all those regrets and fears, anything else that lives in the past and the future.” ~Socrates, “Way of the Peaceful Warrior”

Ribbons of Angst

You’ll rarely find a rhyme of mine
In which I fret, bemoan and whine
In fact there may not be a single
Angst and torment laden jingle

True, there are some diatribes
Which contain a few sterner vibes
But not once have I written where
Just misery I did declare

There always is a message of
Empowerment, support and love
So since I’m human and still feel
The same frustrations, what’s the deal?

Where are the poems in which I
Kvetch, complain, lament and cry?
I feel the same feelings as you
But with my sword I cut them through

I recognized those tormentors
Unsheathed my blade and fought those wars
To ribbons they were reduced to
And with the wind, away they blew

I do not have a single piece
Of ribbon to make forehead crease
I could not humor you at all
Of fears that tried to make me fall

And that is why I do not speak
Of moments where I’m scared and weak
My blade reduces every fear
To ribbons which then disappear

When you are suffering and hurt
And grab a pen and want to blurt
Instead, try grabbing sword instead
And face the battle in your head

Confront your torments and swing hard
And leave them severed, slashed and marred
Reduce the angst to ribbons, then
Write of your conquest with that pen

                                           ~Miro

Woe is Me

20 Jan

“Do not listen to those who weep and complain, for their disease is contagious.” ~Og Mandino

Woe is Me

Allow me to use my soap box
To cry about my woes
I’d like to writhe in misery
And focus on my lows

I will express ingratitude
By focusing on times
That hurt, frustrated, caused me stress
The awful unjust crimes

Instead of thinking all about
The good things in my life
A father, mother, brothers, sisters
Nieces, nephew, wife

Employment when so many can’t
Get hired anywhere
Ability to walk when some
Are confined to wheelchair

Woe is me! Forget all that!
This is about my hurt!
Because I didn’t get the things
For which I did exert!

My fears about the things I’ll lose
My angst for selfish wants
My nightmares that I can’t let go
Of old forgotten haunts

I take the time to create this
And hope it will be read
Because I need someone to say
“Please feel better instead!”

And I will still not figure out
It won’t do any good
Until I stop my complaining
And do the thing I should

Because a write of angst does not
Inspire or empower
It helps not author or reader
To light their darkest hour

Perhaps some day I will attain
This universal fact:
That woe is NOT me, I am not
Damaged, broken or cracked

I have a well of strength within
Of love and grace and peace
But when I cry about myself
All of these virtues cease

Anyways, back to my tears
And bitter agony
My torture, torment, misery
My me and me and me

Let me know how much you care
By saying “It’s alright!”
“Hope that you feel better soon!”
And “Have a pleasant night!”

We’ll keep it up ‘till one of us
Sees that it goes nowhere
And recognizes there’s no point
To writings of despair

(In case you cannot detect my
Sarcasm in this write
I am not really suffering
From anguish or from plight

I am a warrior which means
When going does get tough
I do not cry, instead I say
“I haven’t had enough!

One more just like that and then
Another if you please!”
Think of this woeful poem
As just a little tease)

                               ~Miro

Misery Recovery

16 Dec

Misery Recovery

Many of my writes contain
An upbeat, hopeful tone
But there is a much darker mood
To which I’m also prone

I’m not perfect and don’t always
Feel very high on life
Case in point: yesterday was
A day that caused me strife

One thing in particular
Can be named as the root:
My selfish own desires which
Became my main pursuit

I’m not talking materials
Like cars or clothes or toys
Such things never lead to any
Lasting timeless joys

I’m speaking of intangibles
A body with no pain
One that could keep up with me
And actually sustain

Other things like wanting others
To not be selfish
Wanting them to not just worry
About their own wish

Wanting people to just see
How ego holds them back
How it skews a harmless phrase
Into a cold attack

Wanting people to be grateful
For all that they’ve got
Not just being complacent
And thinking they have squat

Wanting them to have no fear
And not hold others down
Discouraging the swimmers, shouting
“You will surely drown!”

One day later, now I see
The cause of my distress
The simple reason is one that’s
Quite simple to address:

I wanted, very simply put
A craving, wish or need
And anytime you think about
Your own comfort and greed

Anytime you wish something
Would make your life more smooth
Anytime you wish you had
Something to lull and soothe

You’ll just end up with misery
Because that’s not your task
Ever notice selfish people
In joy do not bask?

But those who give all of themselves
The people who inspire
Are radiant with love and have
So many that admire

Let go of your wants and just
Accept the things that are
You cannot draw blood from a stone
Or light from a dark star

Try your best and pay attention
To things you can do
And for the things you can’t, simply
Let go and let pass through

                      ~Miro