On that Tuesday
by H. H. Lynn
It's that Tuesday,
After that Monday
When everyone was high on life–celebrating,
When normal was tucked away and everything was special.
Nothing feels the same on that Tuesday,
After that Monday
Even though my reflection hasn't changed...
Much.
Up close I can see the ghost of a smile,
One that speaks to the butterflies in my stomach
Still fluttering around from that Monday–
Echoes of freedom and acceptance and love.
But today is that Tuesday,
After that Monday,
And I'm not sure what matters in the after
And the in between.
Is it hopes and dreams?
The reality I make?
Finding joy in between big moments?
A who instead of a what?
I think I'm figuring it out a little each day.
What I do know is on that Tuesday,
I'm still a child of divorce.
A victim of abuse.
A woman in a man's world.
Monday's exuberance can't change
That I know the burden of loneliness.
The unfairness of sexism.
The cynicism of aging.
On that Tuesday,
I'm still a daughter who lost her mother this year.
Confused on how to feel when the relationship was rough.
Sad for missing what was missing.
On that Tuesday,
I'm still a mother of four,
And even on that Monday because
Motherhood. Never. Stops.
I still cry at night when no one sees;
Sad my babies aren't little anymore.
The hugs and kisses have slowed.
Time spent together is different.
On that Tuesday,
After that Monday
I'm still trying to find moments for myself;
To remember me.
Stolen moments to read,
To write,
To slow down and just be;
Enjoy time with people I choose.
On that Tuesday,
After that Monday,
The world keeps moving
But people seem to stay the same.
The fleeting fellowship from the day before has faded.
The population remains divided.
The name of love is used to hate.
Relationships are suffering.
Despite that Monday,
Before that Tuesday
When everyone tried to get along,
Nothing has really changed.
But maybe it could. Maybe I could.
I think I'm figuring it out a little each day.
Maybe that Tuesday,
After that Monday
Could be its own kind of special;
And so could the Wednesdays all the way through the Sundays.
Perhaps on that Tuesday,
I'll give myself some grace.
Smile at my reflection and
Move forward instead of looking back.
So on that Wednesday,
I'll feel more confident
And maybe a little less sad, angry.
I might want to 'people' a bit.
But maybe that Thursday,
Will be too hard,
And I won't feel like trying to be someone better.
I'll just want to wallow in my misery.
But hopefully on that Friday,
I can pull myself together.
Focus on what's good.
Let go of other's expectations.
So when that Saturday rolls around,
I can feel free to live life without reservation.
Strive to learn something new and understand better.
Love more fiercely.
And on that Sunday,
Oh, that Sunday before that Monday
When anticipation is high,
I want to breathe out the grace I've given myself and
bestow it on others, because we all need it.
Because that Monday is coming.
And I want it to be a reflection of all the Tuesdays
Through Sundays that came before.
I want those butterflies of freedom, acceptance and love
to be present every day.
I hope when it's that Tuesday again,
After that Monday
When everyone is high on life,
That it feels normal to be special.
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Comments (22)
I loved the repetition, which was stunning and so nice to read.
This is stunning. That's all I'm gonna mumble on it. oh and that I love the concept of using that Tuesday after that Monday and flowing from that! Sublime writing from the Hubler!
I feel you ♥️
This is highly relatable and hit me with so many emotions. I super love what you did with the days of the week here...and found it especially poetically beautiful how you phrased it "That Tuesday after that Monday"... wow! Wonderfully, wonderfully done! :)
Here's to ghost of smiles turning into real smiles.
This started out so light and easy then turned so deep and powerful then healing and hopeful. Loved it!
Oh my gosh, Heather I love this! Very evocative and relatable.
Great piece. So relatable.
This is so beautiful! I love the connection you made between the days of the weeks and the emotions
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I feel like this should read aloud in the theatre. I'll think of this poem many a Tuesday now.
I loved how you used days of the week to relate emotions. Beautiful ❤️
I love your honesty, this is really what it feels like isn't it? the world never stops for anyone. I like how you use the days of the week to talk about the past present and future...and your hopes for the future. I found your poem very relatable and genuine.
Very raw and evocative!
I have a lot in common with the narrator. Motherhood. Never. Stops. Nice work, nailed the prompt perfectly.
This was a fantastically written poem!
A unique concept to incorporate into poetic form. Nicely done!
Truly engaging and so relatable! I enjoyed every bit of this piece. Great work!!!
Evocative, detailed, and descriptive! This was very well done, thank you for sharing!!
A true description of daily social life.
Really well done!
wow. That is fantastic. Well done.
That is some journey, absolutely excellent