Life in the Aftermath.
Celebrating the mess.
Left in the Aftermath:
Moments in life…
so glorious,
so celebrated,
so powerfully orchestrated.
Left high…
I’m delusional,
I’m transported,
I’m left feeling quite contorted.
It’s not going up…
the build up,
the excitement,
the pulling sense of enticement.
it's the coming down…
a spiraling,
a procuring,
a desperate grasp for securing.
My resistance…
Fighting to indulge,
Fighting a little longer,
Fighting just to keep my saunter.
The aftermath…
littered streets,
littered minds,
littered lives all intertwined.
The cleanup…
back to reality,
back to routines,
Back to just living in between.
The reset…
Adjusting schedules,
Adjusting attitudes,
Adjusting to ground-level altitudes.
Problem is…
fleeting moments,
fleeting and faded,
fleeting highs are overrated.
I prefer…
Staying grounded,
Staying consistent,
Staying with highs nonexistent.
The everyday…
Daily blessings,
Daily mess,
Daily every—nevertheless.
It’s…
Enjoying the people,
Enjoying the minutes,
Enjoying everyday life’s exhibits.
Family…
Growing up,
Growing together,
Growing through unpleasant weather.
Work…
Written with coworkers,
Written in diaries,
Written with little to no varieties.
and little things…
All the snuggles,
All of the giggles,
All of life’s impending fickle.
I live for the aftermath,
not the parade
Embracing the real,
resisting the masquerade.
About the Creator
Natalie Stover
I’m a mother of 5, wife and teacher. I love creating conversations with words. I believe words are powerful things that can inspire action. If you can’t “do”, you can still create action with your words!
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