Very often (in life) we substitute
(not immediately
but over time)
our primary source of gratification.
The validation I crave
as addicting as nicotine
now comes from work
and not anymore from my
creatively crafted words
but now my 'cleverly' drafted words.
Not camaraderie from my friends
but companionships with The One.
Rather than be filled with guilt
over these ever moving tectonic plates
and drama fought over
the shifting shapes of time,
graceful acceptance
of what we have now
and not just redundant regret
over what we once had in the past
Acknowledge
that even though the past lives only in our heads
albeit rent free
We are still very much alive
and can be our own tertiary delights
keeping us balanced
in the right line of sane
Like only old friends can.
Written for the PU prompt ' Substitutions'
I am publishing my works after a break and I thank everyone who encouraged me to start writing and sharing it again!
Some pics of the first digitally handwritten draft
