The Fix Is In(side)
©2014 Susan Noyes Anderson
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My life is hard; she likes to say.
In fact, she says it every day.
Reliably and without fail,
Poor me has been her holy grail.
She’s taken knocks, and that’s the truth.
It’s gone that way right from her youth.
The girl can’t seem to catch a break.
Most days are more than she can take.
Maybe, she says, her luck will change.
She’s always thought it’s kinda strange
how helpers come and helpers go.
Nobody sticks around, ya know?
They don’t show up for me, she cries.
And no one’s gonna say she lies.
But how can anybody help
when she’s a no-show for herself?
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Of course, nobody makes it through hard times alone. We all look for cheerleaders in life––and who doesn’t need good people to pass the ball to when we’re about to take a dive? With trouble chasing us down, a quick hand-off can keep us a step ahead. But we still have to suit up every day, to get our own hands dirty.
Lasting change comes from within, where the power is…our power. And the precursor to finding life fulfilling? Being willing.
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