Cherie Burke

In the Mist of It

The clean up, self aggravation in the realization I went just a tad over budget. Buyers remorse of course. Frustrated but elated, who am I? Trusted but debated back and forth. No one knows. Always asking why! Captivated wondering what were they saying? I got the jist of it, in the mist of it. Had to stop and catch my breath. I couldn’t understand what I was saying. Doubt crowds the mind, it’s time to set the tone. Living in lack, it’s a fact, no one wants to live like that. What can I give to get? What will fill this empty hole of insufficient funds? What is it going to take to break even? I can admit it’s a bit of a ruckus, low class can’t stand in their own two feet and be discreet anymore. Our poor are poorer, while John James owns the Eiffel Tower telling everyone how to be and what we need. No one can say or do a damn thing, but most can say we need a change. Some kind of peace to release this tension or inflation and without a debate, someone somewhere is talking about the same thing and can relate to history in the making. Disasters upon breaking and no one has the answers set in stone. Created chaos in the mist of it, you’re sitting alone wondering what can you do just to get by in case another disaster strikes. What amazes me is how everyone can still be so judgmental and seemingly lazy being this is the time to cry out “We need help!” Shut your mouth, do something about your situation, make it better, strive to do what you know and keep it positive, live for what you love to do and create your peace. Underneath it all give thanks for those who took the fall. After all we are in this together, so go after what you’re being called to do, send a message you’re grateful for being here another day and you will do whatever it takes to get through. Create that peace within and make amends. Chaos, terror, tradgety consuming the soul in agony all around us. Thoughts of time fading quickly, not enough or to much. Some days are long, others are just gone to fast with maybe a picture to document a memory to make it last. Still searching for a recognizable purpose, an understanding or belief that there is meaning. Told to follow scripture, but which one? Whose right and whose wrong? Arguably, everything is unknown and why do opinions matter? Why is there a consensus of people put in place to say what someone does with there life or body and bestowed upon thee disgrace or shame for what they choose? What does it matter to you and why does it consume people so much so that they dedicate precious time trying to control another’s soul? I’m continually asking questions that I know, no one else has the answers for it’s just because an orange is orange. There is no debate it is what it is, only it’s not. Everything is a point of view, perceptions with interpretations left for you to choose. How can this be, so many disagree? I imagine how I would create peace and to me it looks like minding your business, do what you do for the greater good even if you’re mis understood. Life is not a competition, no one gets out alive so just strive to keep moving towards doing what you love and keep hoping another day comes. After all we are all in the mist of it.