Refusing to Die Slowly
I
wrote this “poem of decision” during a time of personal anguish. I am
determined not to reduce the level of my expectations to the reality of what I
and my family are experiencing. There is
a cost to self-protection, it is a cost I am unwilling to pay!
I
will not fear disappointment
My hope will not be sacrificed on the altar of safety and self-protection
I am willing to pay the price of sorrow
Confident that I will find my way back to hope
I have been here before, walked the tightrope of guarded expectations
Bore the callouses of hardening myself to hope
My valiant attempt to avoid pain
My hope will not be sacrificed on the altar of safety and self-protection
I am willing to pay the price of sorrow
Confident that I will find my way back to hope
I have been here before, walked the tightrope of guarded expectations
Bore the callouses of hardening myself to hope
My valiant attempt to avoid pain
So
afraid of disappointment, I tethered my hope and dared not dream
It robbed my joy, emptied me of peace
Isolated me from love and wonder
Slowly, I suffocated in air toxic with fear
Hollow and void of color - a mere shell of my former self
No More!
My hope is worth much more
I will not fear disappointment, pain or even fear itself
I stay soft, open – my hope unhindered
It may hurt – but I will heal
It may cost – but I will live to reap a greater reward
Alive in wonder, my color returns despite the looming darkness
I will live to hope again
To dream again
– I am alive
It robbed my joy, emptied me of peace
Isolated me from love and wonder
Slowly, I suffocated in air toxic with fear
Hollow and void of color - a mere shell of my former self
No More!
My hope is worth much more
I will not fear disappointment, pain or even fear itself
I stay soft, open – my hope unhindered
It may hurt – but I will heal
It may cost – but I will live to reap a greater reward
Alive in wonder, my color returns despite the looming darkness
I will live to hope again
To dream again
– I am alive
I
would also like to share another “Vignette”, written on the same day as the
poem above:
Miracle
Today
we need a miracle
The
impossibility looms, occupies the horizon
A
weighty darkness
So
many possible outcomes
Only
one shines with hope
We
believe in miracles
Miracle
Worker
I
let my hopes soar high above my fears
Over
the sea of past disappointment
I
wait in the wonder of
Possible
Today
may be our day
Our
miracle
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