Adjustment
Tweaks and shims, do what you must
Welcome, and a warm first hello to the newcomers!
I’m so happy you’re here.
This week’s theme is Justice, a card that urges us to bring things back into balance where they may have gone astray.
You can check out my previous post around this subject here:
This week, I was feeling my own need for balance: I’m starting a new day job, while recovering from my first experience having COVID, and also grieving my father. You know, pretty chill. (I always did like to have several projects going at the same time.)
Contents:
Cave
Wine Grapes
Little Leaf
Cave
I hear the water flowing just outside:
I’m in the cave that shares a wall with yours.
Axe crashes through with one sure, final strike:
I hammered all day, made a ragged door.
Collapse into a rubble-strewn new room:
These walls make sense. They go straight up and down.
There’s music drifting in: a leading tune
That beckons out into the wider town.
I cannot breathe cold water anymore,
But fresh lungs are fast-unfurling inside:
A temporary suffocation, sure:
A thirsty reward for a worthy fight.
Sometimes, growing up is a scary cave:
The best advice I have is to be brave. 
Wine Grapes
If you want to raise your young grapes for wine,
Give them just enough water, not too much.
They’ll grow up to hate you: don’t be surprised,
Happiness is for grapes more water-plumped.
Your wine grapes will taste so incredible,
They’ll bring you praise, bring honor to your name,
But, those grapes will think you are the devil:
Their side of the story will bring you shame.
If you tell wine grapes that healthy bodies
Are for those lesser souls with weaker will,
They’ll believe you, because in you they see
A role model: parental role, fulfilled.
How you treat your wine grapes is up to you,
Just know that someday they will tell the truth. 
Little Leaf
What things do you do like gravity does?
What’s unstoppable, coming from your hands?
There is a force within you: windy gusts,
Intended to push forward all your plans.
What change did you endure just like the leaves,
Watching your meaning change before your eyes?
What happened when you sailed off on the breeze,
All yellow-orange-brown in the sunlight?
What pile did you end up raked into, dear?
Listen to your neighbors rustle, and choose:
This is the safe place, you will settle here,
Or not: in which case, it’s time to get loose.
One thing to determine, my little leaf:
Where does your gravity feel its release?Please consider a small donation to my fundraiser to support the American Foundation for Suicide Prevention.
I will be walking to raise funds for AFSP this October to celebrate both my birthday and my continued existence on this earth after multiple attempts on my own life. I am now healthy and strong enough to walk, so I walk.
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I'm sorry you are going through what you are, what alot to deal with at once. I hope, like Amanada said, you are able to be gentle with yourself and recover.
Thank you for still sharing this poetry. All three are beautiful. Wine grapes and little leaf were particularly emotional for me, in a good way. Wonderful words.
I'm so sorry that you are experiencing this loss. And when you have Covid. I hope you recover soon and are able to be gentle on yourself. Hugs.