Focusing on the end game
Actively working to achieve one’s goals
That work mitigating the necessity of luck
Embracing you are responsible for your own…
Focusing on the end game
Actively working to achieve one’s goals
That work mitigating the necessity of luck
Embracing you are responsible for your own…
Focusing on her reflection in the mirror
Rachel wondered how she could go on
After everything she’d been through, there was so little left
Glass was far more robust than her current mental state
It felt like at any moment she would shatter into a million pieces
Leaving emotional shards across the floor
Except that’s when her son came by and gave her a hug, pulling her back together.
Focusing on what caused him to tremble
Embracing the terror he held in his hand
Allowed him to rise above that base emotion and use it to his advantage
Reaching for the top of the box he opened it and asked, “Will you marry me?”
Focusing on what memories she had left
Organizing them in some sort of mental filing cabinet
Realizing later that she had lost the keys to those drawers
Giving her so much less to attach her to this existence
Everything that was her softly faded out, lost to everyone
The fact that she was still alive was little consolation
Focusing on what he had lost stole all his spare time and consumed his happiness.
It left him starved for the nourishment that was “The Before”.
Now that she had come into his life, all that was scrambled.
Didn’t get back any spare time, but he was stuffed with happiness
Coming up to the edge and looking down
Leaves her feeling butterflies in the stomach and light headed
It makes her feel like she could fly if she just had faith and took that last step.
Focusing on that feeling, she makes her decision and closes her eyes, allowing herself to drop
Falling backward, she lands on a pillow of grass, happy with her choice
Focusing on giving to the earth
Allowing one to receive many fold more in return
Relying on the rhythms of the weather
Memorizing the song of rain and sun, growth and decay
Everything a relationship with the soil and the sky
Results in a labor of love
Focusing on her toes, she went en pointe
Enabling her to float across the stage magically
Everything about this whispered of her having a superpower, but that meant
The dancer’s heel and tendinitis where her arch-villains
Focusing all his attention on his spaghetti,
Oliver slowly twirled the utensil on top of his spoon,
Revolving strand after strand around their tines,
Knowing that he was breaking his dead Italian grandfather’s heart.
The gap in his grin was very off putting
Even though everything else was perfect
Eleanor tried to ignore it, to be happy, no thrilled, with all the rest
That proved futile since she kept finding herself focusing on it
His smile seemed to accentuate the piece of spinach stuck there
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