Stuff: Six Word Friday

How much stuff is considered enough
Too much of anything gets tough
To swallow, to deal, to accept
All good things must end except
We stuff ourselves to the gills
Seeking, searching, wanting more thrills
Running to and fro away from
Our painful past only to come
See ourselves a distorted mirror reflection
Illuminating our supreme loss of direction
Recognizing that push came to shove
Let go of stuff to love

Six Word Fridays on My Memory Art by Adrienne


  1. Kina, I hope you’re doing okay. It’s been a few days, and we haven’t heard anything. Don’t feel obligated to respond; I’m just letting you know we’re out here when you’re ready. Or able.


    1. Mary,
      I appreciate your concern and I have missed writing and interacting with everyone. Several factors juxtaposed and have combined to stall my presence: Jerry had his first home time visit since returning to his long haul truck driving job and was home almost a full week, the ongoing difficulties I’ve had in dealing with the malfunctioning keyboard on the laptop, and I’ve been alternately succumbing to the symptoms of the fibromyalgia and the depression or actually engaging with some of the key people in my life in significant ways and haven’t had the space to process. I am currently approaching my 24th hour with a near migraine and sleep is desired, but elusive. I hope to do an actual post tomorrow.

      Again, I am touched and blessed by your concern. I hope you had a good Thanksgiving.



    1. Nancy,
      Thank you for stopping by and commenting.

      I am currently feeling overwhelmed with clutter and the thought of bringing anymore stuff into my tiny abode makes me cringe. The same is true of my mental and emotional life. So, I just wrote through what I’m dealing with as well as the obvious social commentary on this year’s Black Friday that began before Thanksgiving leftovers could be cleared on Thursdsy.



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