Ramblings

Ramblings

A Poem by Maria
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Just getting things off my mind

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Thinking, rambling, gambling...
Mine, yours, his,
Timing, consuming, wasting away...
His, hers, yours...
Processing, mentoring, seeking...
Hope, dreams, goals,
Frustrating, orchestrating, finalizing,
into nothingness.

Work, school, home,
kids, parents, time consuming.
Money, achievements, awards...
Satisfying, not really...

Life, Love, Death...
Straightforward, mesmerizing...
Birth, growth, maturing...
and live for what?

Pardon, the commas and grammatical
errors, if you see them...
but I do not even care, for my mind,
is under siege, for too much thinking
and concentrating, on finding a solution
to my never ending frustrations,
in regards to managing my money,
in order to survive, and provide at the same time.

Not sure why, but this, is something, i truly 
despise, doing and or thinking about.
I want to be independent, but not foolish.

And I feel stupid, and dumb for not 
being able to accomplish or 
go onward, past this challenge.

I want to give up! Quit yet the other side of me
keeps on fighting, and telling me to go onward,
no matter what, plus I have a human being that is still depending on me...

I need help and good sound advice, maybe some
comprehension, could be a plus. but I hate when
am referred to as selfish, for having issues, that not everyone can relate to.

Yet, in the end, if I want to better my finances, I must cut off on using a taxi and start taking the bus again.

Thing is, getting on a bus, is a challenge for itself, and its not that I love being selfish or cowardly, but I simply cannot stand, having to be near farmers and men that simply are too rough looking and stink like crap.  

Not that they can help it if they have been working under the sun, but what I despise most
is when they try and use the movement of the bus as an excuse to rub off on women, girls and even toddlers, if they are standing or even sitting down.

And I tend to fight back, but I am well aware that my fighting back, can get me killed even, yet, is it truly selfish, my not being able to stand this type of injustice?

I am rambling out of my mind, trying to ease this stress and look at the positive vs the negative...

And this is a never ending cycle, that I have commenced and am seeking a way out of as well.

© 2017 Maria


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Added on July 8, 2017
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Maria
Maria

Fairfax, VA



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I write from my heart, soul and mind. Sharing both past and present trials, that I have faced and or am facing. I believe strongly in God and the Bible, yet I respect everyone's views. I myself am no.. more..

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