{"id":12965,"date":"2015-06-14T08:07:11","date_gmt":"2015-06-14T12:07:11","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=12965"},"modified":"2015-06-14T08:07:11","modified_gmt":"2015-06-14T12:07:11","slug":"life-4","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2015\/06\/life-4\/","title":{"rendered":"Life"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&#8220;Do you feel confused, uprooted, at a loss-almost depressed but not quite?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Sure always<\/p>\n<p>Doesn&#8217;t\u00a0everybody?<\/p>\n<p>We play this game called life<\/p>\n<p>You know-<\/p>\n<p>Job, family, home<\/p>\n<p>Creative frustration<\/p>\n<p>Walking a fine line between<\/p>\n<p>healthy and dead.<\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s a bad juggling act at an empty circus<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Confused? Sure.\u00a0No one told me<\/p>\n<p>Most of what I should know<\/p>\n<p>I found out the hard way<\/p>\n<p>Once I figured it out<\/p>\n<p>I find out I&#8217;m wrong<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Been uprooted like trees after a tornado<\/p>\n<p>Happened so many times<\/p>\n<p>I can stand upside down<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Lost? Never been\u00a0found<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>And depression?<\/p>\n<p>We dated for years<\/p>\n<p>Depression is that bad relationship<\/p>\n<p>That won&#8217;t give me back my key<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Yes- life- good times there<\/p>\n<p>Headaches, bosses<\/p>\n<p>Dishes and unmatched silverware<\/p>\n<p>Frolicking in laundry and car repair<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Lucky I made it this far<\/p>\n<p>Haven&#8217;t slit my wrists<\/p>\n<p>or driven off a cliff<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>The body holds and the laundry piles up<\/p>\n<p>Money problems and bouncing cell phones<\/p>\n<p>Take your pills and water the plants<\/p>\n<p>Feed the cat and mash the potatoes.<\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s all there.<\/p>\n<p>Like a\u00a0found wallet<\/p>\n<p>You gotta look inside.<\/p>\n<p>You hope for riches<\/p>\n<p>You end up with dimes.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>(First line taken from Finding your Way Home by Melody Beattie)<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&#8220;Do you feel confused, uprooted, at a loss-almost depressed but not quite?&#8221; Sure always Doesn&#8217;t\u00a0everybody? We play this game called life You know- Job, family, home Creative frustration Walking a fine line between healthy and dead. It&#8217;s a bad juggling act at an empty circus&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":31,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[441,1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-12965","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry-prompt-responses","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12965","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/31"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=12965"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12965\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":13471,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12965\/revisions\/13471"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=12965"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=12965"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=12965"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}