Spinach, Forgiveness and Tape

Remember when Popeye would squeeze open a can of spinach, eat some, and save the day? His super strength wasn't permanent but it was enough to fix things back to normal, sometimes even better than before.

At the moment I wish I had something like that. I'm lacking emotional strength and I'm not sure what's holding me together. Maybe it's the promise that a light still flickers somewhere and the hope that I'll find it soon. I just know rolling over and dying isn't an option.

I've been holding a grudge and more bitterness and negativity than legally permissible for my not-quite-5-foot frame. It's drained me over time and today is one of those days where I'm really feeling the empty-ish tank. (Hormones aren't helping but that's no excuse.) I really wish it was materialized and I could take pills to cure it or take a bulimic approach to purging it. I'm afraid the amount would physically kill me though.

I'd drive to the edge of the map if I knew I could find the forgiveness I need to give and receive; it'd be a more refreshing find than Ponce's Fountain of Youth and more delicious than cartoon canned spinach. But right now, I need to hold myself together with some tape, glue, hemp, something, long enough to be OK and take that next step.