Gathering Strength with Every Spoon A Poetic Journey

Have you ever felt the weight of the day before it even begins, knowing that each task demands a piece of your already dwindling energy? Embrace the power of the girl with spoons as I, Gracefully Jen, recite a moving poem that captures the essence of living with chronic illness. Through spoken word, we explore the tender narrative of conserving energy, where each spoon symbolizes a precious resource, a unit of strength that must be carefully allocated to overcome the day's hurdles. This episode isn't just a poem—it's an ode to the silent warriors who navigate life's labyrinth with grace and unwavering resilience.

As we journey together, I extend a hand to my spoonie sisters and anyone who understands the intricate dance of managing one's energy against the ever-growing demands of life. My voice is your voice, and as we listen, we find solace in shared experiences and the unspoken understanding that echoes in every line. We celebrate the indomitable spirit that, despite the challenges, rises to meet each dawn with determination. So, gather your spoons, my friends, and let's honor the courage that fuels our every move and remember that we are never alone in this fight.

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Transcript

Speaker 1: 0:41

Hi, my spoony sisters. It's your host, Gracefully Jen, and recently I shared a spoony type poem over on Instagram and I wanted to take the time to share that with you today here on the podcast. In her hands, a delicate dance unfolds a girl with spoons her story untold. Each spoon a symbol of strength and strife, navigating the maze of her life. With each dawn, a new battle begins. Yet she faces the day with determined grins. For every task, a spoon she'll choose, measuring her energy. She can't afford to lose.

Speaker 1: 1:23

Some days the spoons are few and frail, and every step feels like a daunting trail. But still she persists. Against the odds. Within her beats the heart of a God. Through the pain and the tears she'll rise. With her spoons in hand, she defies the whispers of doubt and fears cruel call, for she knows she's stronger than them all. So here's to the girl with the spoons in her hand a warrior, a fighter against the life's demand. May her courage inspire her spirit, ignite as she battles with all her might. To the girl that's struggling right now I see you, I hear you and I'm walking alongside you. And until next time, don't forget your spoon.