To ask for some help, you must “play” Brave.
As hard as it is, it might just save
The day when you’re stuck.
It might bring you luck.
Lifting you out of your “help-less” cave.
My travel turned into a treasure,
A time bringing wealth beyond measure.
The very best part,
Has filled up my heart.
Relationships—richness and pleasure.
An outcome from time spent connecting,
With caring and thought intersecting.
A confidence boost,
My worries reduced,
I move on with new hope reflecting.
When I have a “run” of forgetting,
No doubt the results are upsetting.
I’m close to despair,
Still one can declare,
An outcome may show up abetting.
While biking inside, I growl and groan,
“This is so BORING, I sigh and moan,”
Then I hear that nudge,
And I think “Oh, fudge!
I must step beyond my comfort zone!”
My bike ride turn’d into sightseeing.
With viewing that prompted wellbeing.
With colors intense,
On murals immense,
A true rush of Joy guaranteeing.
The problem that comes with high water,
It ceases to stay where it “ought-er.”
Beyond filling tanks,
It’s over the banks,
Requiring reports from flood-spotter.
Good start for my day is “bike-moving.”
It sorts out my mind so it’s grooving.
Add in that it’s fun,
And when I am done,
My outlook’s already improving!
When needing to make a decision,
Your mind provides you with a vision;
Of outcome that’s best.
You don’t know the rest!
Your guess is the closest precision.
Arrive home, and first thing is laundry.
If not done, it surely would haunt me.
Spread out on the rack
It shows I am back.
Completed without any quandary.
The words you are sending or saying
Regarding some working or playing
Can perk up and cheer
The one who will hear
Your words may encourage their “staying.”
To live with the hard wind that’s blowing,
You must be intent on the “going.”
And may you receive
Some micro-reprieve,
That morphs knock-down times into “flowing.”