Moving On:

When the bottle of soap is empty,

It would do nicely to fill it with water.

Thankfully, the same can be said for a bottle

Of shampoo and conditioner.

When all you have is a kiddy pool,

 Just under your size,

 Always remember to have a glass

 Of cheap red wine by your side.

When it is chilly and the rain displays no intentions of stopping

Simply gaze out a wide window,

With a colorful blanket about your shoulders

 And a very large steaming cup

 Of chamomile tea nearby.

When your words escape you,

And your fingers seem not to move effortlessly over the keys

 Put it all aside and relish in the simplicity

 Of a much beloved book.

When your pitchfork is brittle,

 And the tire of your wheelbarrow deflates

Cackle at the face of hindrance

 And finish what you started

 No matter what the consequence.

When you regret what you have become,

 Find another way to begin again.

*This free-form poem comes from my personal poetic archive, and was originally written on Thursday, April 07, 2016.