Have just realised that I don't have to only observe moments which feel high or positive or special in some way do I? Today is full of grittiness, discomfort, anxieties surfacing, short tempers... So, instead of waiting for it all to shift so I can find a satisfactory small stone, I guess my small stone will be found right here somewhere amid the observed disatisfactory grittiness?! Smaller, rougher, more worn down, harder to grasp, but small stones all the same!
Stomach churning, fear circling overhead
waiting to feed on what becomes of me
when I see myself as not good enough
through your eyes, bitter tasting
carrion of self-doubt.
Sometimes we can't escape.
Sometimes we can't pick up the pieces.
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