Does your paintbrush sit dormant on the canvas with no scene?
Does the ink of your pen still hold unwritten words?
The glue remains disconnected from the craft pieces?
The camera lens shut off from flowers and faces?
The people we help throughout the day
Feel good and are thankful, and rightly so
But why the feeling of frustration and stress?
These situations call for a better life balance.
I’d feel the muscles in my shoulders tighten
As I lay awake thinking up a plan
How I can work two days into the next
I sobbed “What about me, it isn’t fair?”
We need to listen to these strong emotions
That overwhelm us from the demands of others
It’s not in our, or their best interest
To be thinking these negative thoughts toward them.
I love helping family, friends and colleagues
But, I needed to learn moderation and balance
The best gift I could give the people in my life
Was to stop talking and start working with focus.
I stopped saying “I’m going to do this or that.”
Like listening to a broken record
Sick and tired of my own voice
Just do it for them and for myself.
I would see people’s eyes roll in disbelief
Not convinced, “Ya, right, I’d like to see that.”
No one took me seriously, including myself
ENOUGH WAS ENOUGH. It was time to get tough.
I no longer defend my goal as a poet
I stopped fighting for my right to talk about it
I stopped interrupting face-2-face conversations
To urge people ‘Follow me, take action.”
I stopped trying to help people do their thing
Offering help, though uninvited
Using busyness as an excuse
To not engage or stay focused.
As long as I’m healthy in my mind and body
I believe I have a responsibility
To develop and use my talents and gifts
And prove to all my accountability.
It’s not selfish to meet your own needs
It’s right and healthy to set boundaries
And live a balanced life, giving and receiving
From a heart that beats honest and sincere.
Beverley Joy © 2022 of Simpy Story PoetryAll Rights Reserved.
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