Tuesday, May 28, 2019

WORKING TO RE-ESTABLISH EMOTIONAL BALANCE IS AN ON-GOING PROCESS

So here I am
In our car riding alongside of
Will, who’s driving us back to
The desert from the west coast where
We enjoyed the past five days with
Our immediate family and many extended
Family members as well as dear friends who had
A ball at the costumed 70’s birthday bash that we
Threw for Barry’s fiftieth (whaat?!) birthday
(Photos to follow)
Barry and I were voted best costumes, and
Guess what our groovy first prizes were?
Disco lessons!  Far out!
Actually, back in the day, Will and I, along with
Several couples, enjoyed disco lessons during
The seventies when Vinnie Barbarino challenged
The Fonz as to whose swagger won as being
All the rage of that Teeny bopper’s TV craze—
At any rate, Will, garbed (and wigged) in black and white
(Travolta ala Saturday Night Fever)  and I (Cher) kept
Our groove on throughout Barry’s Bash until
The disc jockey played today’s version of Goodnight Ladies—
However if the truth be told, the next day saw
My head literally bobbing, zombie-like, eyes at
Half mast, body feeling as beaten up as if
I’d been a Rockette replacing Rocky in the ring ...
On the other hand, I must admit that‘Being Alive’ to
The tenth degree was worth the pain sustained while
Feeling as free as a dancing queen, the night before—
May The Force Be With You
And The Pink Ladies, too
Cha cha cha!

Oh wait—Have I mentioned that during our last sojourn on the coast
Over spring break, our family convened in a condo near the beach?
That’s when Will was diagnosed with Bell’s palsy and
My back went out, cutting our merriment short—thank goodness
Both physical conditions with emotional overtones cleared up
Over time—As to this week’s fun fest, my think tank spent
Quiet moments of contemplation injecting additional
Insights into Skyline, right up until today, and—Thankfully
My enjoyment of our family celebration served to match
Moments of angst, which I’d mollified by processing thoughts of
trump being ousted from The Oval Office after being
Legally tried, convicted and incarcerated, at long last, for
Inhumane actions perpetrated against innocent children ...
Or was it tax fraud?
Or sexual assault?
Or illegal political intrigue?
Or all of the above
As if crimes against children is not enough.
I mean, it’s absurd to think of lawmakers supporting
A President whose braggadocios emotional abuse of
Children is undeniably acknowledged throughout
The world at large unless you happen to be abusive in
One way or another, yourself, as in those lawmakers or
Revered members of the clergy or coaches or
Teachers or scout masters or uncles or neighbors or perps who
Drive around school yards grabbing up the most vulnerable
Members of society in broad daylight from sidewalks into
Cars and vans so as to secretly ‘get off’ while
Abusing boys and girls—did we really elect (rather than
Incarcerate) a perp to the highest office of the land, knowing that
He’d cheated on business deals and wives—knowing that
He’d invaded a dressing room filled with
Unclothed teen aged beauties—knowing that he’d fngered
Women indescriminately beneath their skirts during
Public functions—knowing that he’d broadcast
His sordid abuse of women and girls, live, on TV, and though he’d
Locked up thousands of terrified children in cages like
Prisoners of war, he is still supported by millions?  Impossible!
Not in our country, right?  But he did it—and got away with it—
All of it—while we watched, aghast, at home—like
Germans watching, horror struck, while their neighbors were not
Just roughed up and deported but heartlessly rounded up at
Gunpoint by the SS, whose tightly leashed
German Shepherds, growling menacingly, strained to lunge at
Command upon the tender flesh of young mothers clutching
Screaming babies, fathers holding toddlers protectively close
Terrified teens, clinging to grandparents, all being driven out of
Their homes into the street where, herded like livestock they
We’re prodded by rifles into boxcars, where, crammed as
Tightly together as cattle being hauled off to
The slaughter house, they stood—no food, water, toilets on
Board —making my head, aching with human misery, ask—
How long will we, like the Germans, act like mindless zombies, too?

Just pulled into our garage and
As long as my headache and I make it through
The door leading from garage into laundry room without
Stumbling humbly over the stoop, we’ll have
Made it home from Barry’s birthday bash, safe and
Sound in record time!
Cha cha cha???

Is it any wonder why I, being a Jewess, feel
Thankful for my grandparents’ decision to
Emigrate from persecution in Eastern Europe
Before Hitler’s regime rose to power—
The real question being why does one, who
Feels so grateful for my life also feel need to
Down migraine strength Excedrin, every day, over
These past three months?  Is my frustration with
trump being in office growing intolerable?  Not because
I fear for my family’s safekeeping as is true of so
Many throughout our nation, today,  but because
No matter how you doctor it, inner conflict between
Joy and unrelieved frustration is a bitch ...so though
I seek balance, reality suggests that peace of mind will
Not be mine until that conflict finds a middle ground
Where personal growth spurts are propelled less
By readiness to handle emotional eruptions of
Latent pain with heightened levels of maturity intact
More by today’s self respectful evaluation of
Where I’ve been, where I’ve come to and where I plan to
Take myself, next ... BTW—I saw the neurologist, today, for
A follow up visit after my EEG of several weeks back, and
Unfortunately all is not well, so I’ll be scheduled for an MRI and
A battery of diagnostic tests, and as that’s all I know for now
I’ll keep you abreast of results as they come in ....

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