Rising Madness is done. I normally do this before I finish the current one but my writing block broke and I didn’t have the time to ask.
New volume choices
word for 2026
Every year I pick a word for the upcoming year… and this year I have struggled with my choice. My health has been so bad of late that it has been dragging my mind down with it. I feel like I am a burden to those who I care about. much like the song from Encanto said “Who am I if I can’t carry it all?”…
So I have decided the word for 2026 should be Grace. As in the grace I have to give myself for my health and my own failure to be perfect. I will be trying to do the blog again after the first of the year.
In the meantime I will wish you and all of yours a blessed holidays.
it really is the little things
Today I am alive.
Everything hurts, my health is uncertain, and my mental health is in the toilet. This is the first time in the last decade I have failed to do the pad challenge.
For me it means I am being unreliable for the people who are depending on me, and I hate it. I have never been the one that needed expensive things…but today I needed a pick me up.
I needed to get out of the house.
I needed a dirty Chai tea. (this is a Chai tea with a shot of espresso)
I needed five minutes when no one was depending on me while I was wanting to fall apart.
That feels so selfish.
I can’t remember a time when I didn’t have responsibilities…expectations…obligations. And I have always been able to do it. I gave of myself until everyone else had. Now I have to put my self first. and it’s so strange.
Yesterday I couldn’t find the energy to do the work I needed to do. Now after I enjoyed the Chai I will be able to do some of it.
I am still struggling, and I won’t be able to even get answers about my health issues until February.
Illness has me
This is the first time in a while I have struggled with the pad challenge. I am going to try to get it caught up…but I don’t know if I will be able to. I’m sick. Not the normal this time of year thing, though I wish it was. I just got over a nasty sinus infection, but I am still working on dealing with other issues that are making me feel like sleeping all the time.
I will get over it, I think…but I am not sure how long it will take. Until I get back to 100 % I am probably gonna be behind on everything. I am going to try to keep up…but I can’t promise anything right now.
Pad challenge Day 8 Patricia
Expectations
Ever expanding
Ever exceeding
Equating Ego Erroneously
Extra expected...
Everything Establishing
Extra!
Pad challenge Day 8 Serena
The Graveyard
by Serena Mossgraves
When does the earth
in the graveyard
return to the living?
When do the souls
that guard such places
finally find rest?
When does the graveyard
stop being the place for the dead,
and return to life again?
Pad challenge Day 7 Patricia
Wake me
wake me,
for I must be
stuck in a dream...
wake me,
as I have all
I ever wanted.
wake me,
before I decide
to ne'er leave.
Pad challenge Day 7 Serena
The Grim Reaper’s Dream
by Serena Mossgraves
As though life was unreachable
the reaper dreams of what is
naught for them, someone to lead them
towards a paradise to rest in.
Kindness misbegotten,
the reaper realizes…
Dreams were ne’er meant
to be had.
Pad challenge Day 6 Patricia
Bohemian
I've been a thousand places
I don't know where I'm going
It's hard to find a place to call home
Every demon, every ghost from your pastAnd every memory you've held backFollows you home
Oh, home, let me come home
Home is wherever I'm with you
I'll go wherever you will go
And it don't look like
I'll ever stop my wandering
I've been down every road
Felt the sun, I've felt the cold
This is a cut poem for the volume Lyrical Recycling,
a cut poetry volume.
Bohemian Songs :
battle born by five finger death punch, nobody drinks alone by Keith Urban, Home by Edward Sharpe and the magnetic zeros, wandering by James Taylor, Home is You by Rozes, wherever you will go by the calling
Pad challenge Day 6 Serena
Grief is Alive
by Serena Mossgraves
it slithers through your soul
eating, biting, devouring,
as it goes…
Grief is a creature
buried deep within,
alive and borrowing.
Pattimouse 