Life as a rugby ball

I come from a family with lots of anxiety.  We use various types of medication or coping techniques to live in a hard world with our many worries--(prayer and meditation are my way of getting through, in case you wondered.)  Given that this is the life we were given to live, I think we do pretty well at getting from one end of it to the other.

I play a daily sort of rugby.

Everyday body slamming stray thoughts,

tackling ruminations,

forcing the squadron into enemy territory.

I crawl home with missing limbs, broken bones.

It’s a dance.  A climb up Mt. Everest.

A walk in the park. 

Everyday I try to be queen of the mountain. 

Everyday I go to my knees and give up.

Everyday.