Melinda

Those close to me are privy to my goofy side- it often comes out at the most inappropriate times. Some days I am unshakable, others I'm a hot mess. I'm learning to live each day, not just walk through it. I am highly motivated, and spread thin. At times I'm running on fumes, but usually with a smile.*********************************************** One Hundred Days *********************************************** One hundred days and 4 trips to the grocery storeOne hundred days and 3 rent checksOne hundred days and my teeth are ground down from the frustration at myinflated gas and electric bill, paycheck gone before the direct deposit's gone throughOne hundred days of coming home exhausted from a long day at workirritated by my children's incessant ramblingsOne hundred days of their requests for this and that- desires dismissed through pursed lipsOne hundred days of partly cloudy overcast skiesOne hundred days weighted by the responsibilities that await my attentionOne hundred days is not enough time to get everything doneOne hundred days leaves little room for funOne hundred days is not even a seasonOne hundred days unmotivated, lazy evenjust enough time to begin soul searching for reasons why I exist and persist.One hundred days filled with hundreds of swinging machetesOne hundred days of ringing ears pierced by the firing of semi-automaticsOne hundred days of seeing, smelling and tasting the ash of neighbors'burnt body partstoo numerous to pair and cast carelessly aboutOne hundred nomadic days with no home to speak of, no dirty dishes to fuss overOne hundred days uncertain of the next mealhiding as growling, empty stomachs betray location, lips pursed to no availOne hundred days and entire generations of families are wiped off the face of our earthOne hundred days of joyless sun, no youth dance in its' bright raysstreams of blood dry in heatOne hundred days to view life as a blessing and a cursefor those left to witness the hatred and weakness of their brethrenOne hundred days of fear, pain and lossOne hundred days- countless human lives it costOne hundred days the world sat back and waitedOne hundred days of holding breath 'till the bloodshed abaitedWhat will the next 100 days hold for you? ********************************************** ~Melinda Blythe, 2007 ********************************************** You should create your own MySpace Layouts like me by using nUCLEArcENTURy .COM's MySpace Profile Editor !