If you said today
Run away
I’d reply
I’m too old of heart for taking chances
And yet
If I could leave behind
These footprints of hell
I’d turn my bag inside out
Leave the clothes that made me and now don’t fit
They can hang on tree limbs for another girl
Who hankers after fushia and magnolia
If you can live without
A stomach
I’d set mine free
And empty as a cloud, run
In your direction toward the sea
Where salt spray would take the last
Residue of this awful time, turning back horror
Remind me of joy I once took as permanent
Clamboring through live oak, like fairy folk,
Rays of light like stars shine down from sky
Happy dogs, wet with run, tongues lolling, espie March rabbit
The thin stream between content and crestfallen
Just one turn of fate and all you cherished is gone
Reclaiming yourself somehow, among the fallen
How can you expect to thrive when pain halts every nuance?
A burden you do not know how to lift, for it
Wakes you every dawn with insisted sickening
And if you could, you’d disguard the parts that betray you
Run into the heartlands with nothing more than release
And the long legged stride of a creature unwilling
To be shared
For you are a child of this world and no harm is meant
To slow your step, as you cleave toward pilgrimage
One flat foot in front of the other
Setting prints in ochre mud for generations
Where they will ask, how did she keep trying?
Despite the steapness of the trail
And the lapse into despair, how did she
Keep her compass set?
If you said today
Run away
I’d reply
I’m too old of heart for taking chances
And yet …
One foot follows freedom even as the other
Chaffs against chain
It is in my nature, to seek the wild
Among nature, reclaim, loss of liberty
Trying to pin me to insect board
Dry up my dreams, pack away the urge
You haven’t claimed all of me
As long as a part stays
Fixed on open door
I will in time defeat this shackle
Turning into a bird
Threading my flight far
From your waning power.
If you said today
Run away
I’d reply
I’m too old of heart for taking chances
And yet
I want the girl who was just there a moment ago
Who stood on tip-toes and wore clothes twenty years too young
Who didn’t brush the back of her hair and ate with her mouth lolling
If it were a matter of wishing myself better, I’d sell it all and start over empty handed
Reclaim the lost self, in the strange soup of sickness that makes enemies of us
I want to wake up and be, a girl of air and sea and breath
I want to feel whole and no longer racked by hurt
Go forward in time and reclaim what is lost
make me well again, said the child, in the girl, in the woman.
You will, You can, It’s coming:
“It is in my nature, to seek the wild
Among nature, reclaim, loss of liberty
Trying to pin me to insect board
Dry up my dreams, pack away the urge
You haven’t claimed all of me
As long as a part stays
Fixed on open door
I will in time defeat this shackle”
I believe nothing else.
Digestion is about heat, fire, passion, life force. You will do it, Candice.
You can run
like the dog runs in his sleep
the vole runs blind from the winged ghost above
and dreams drift at the speed of thought.
You can run
because the sun sets and rises
bathed in gold
always.
I understand this feeling. The chain and the need to be free. 💕
Your strength, and passion to endure and overcome are amazing. I stand in awe, and wish you the very best.
Can I say to you that the pain is not real?
I cannot.
Can I say to you that it will go as unexpectedly as it came?
I cannot.
Can I say to you that the persistence and freedom of spirit in these words must have some good outcome?
That, I can and do say.
Can I say to you that I set hope that you will emerge from the chrysalis of pain to spread wings and fly free?
Yes, i can and do say that too.
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TheFeatheredSleep – “I want to feel whole and no longer racked by hurt”
I hear you! As long as you can think it you can do it. Thinking of you and wishing you healing, Candice. ❤️💕
💓 I keep trying to write about other things but invariably I come back to it sorry I know it’s repetitive I appreciate your patience and support
Bob, this is so beautiful and deeply touched me. Oh thank you so much. I know I’ve overstayed my welcome in this subject and I want badly to write of other things but it’s all encompassing, that said, just as it came, it could go, and I try to maintain hope as I want to write about other things! 💓💓💓
Bill you have become a cherished light in my life 💓
Thanks for reading and responding my friend I wish you health and peace 💓
You can do it… yes you can.
A special beautiful poem response? From Jane! How lucky am I? And you mentioned voles! Nobody knows those! You truly are that Dreamworld, always inspiring me to go further. So lucky to know you my friend 💓
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Don’t apologize, Candice. I know how it is, believe me. Suffering consumes our attention, it takes all of our energy. And the poetry you write about it is so powerful, it helps others who are suffering. I’ve said it before – sharing helps us (your readers) to feel less alone. 💖 Hugs to you. 💕
This is so exquisite certain lines in it gave me goosebumps.. I just love your poetry .. Ive never really read anything like it….<3
Dont apologise for your pain…. our pain over this kind of loss is always with us under the surface…and your writing is so so beautiful…far too beautiful to apologise for…<3
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So full of feeling this just gave me goosebumps… Simply simply beautiful….had to share
A wonderfully insightful poem, and this line grabbed at my soul’ “Reclaim the lost self, in the strange soup of sickness that makes enemies of us”
So many people are dealing with illness, physical and mental, visible and invisible, and loss, some writing about it, some just reading and looking for understanding and inspiration, that your ability to begin from the pain and write your way to determination, strength, and hope cannot overstay the welcome. And, you do write of other things just as well.
I hope you take the poem to heart 🙂 Voles are sweet creatures. Did you know their average life span is only three months?
More wonderfully described insight. This will reach any one who has wished to discard painful bits. May you soon fly again
My friend, you are wonderful is so many ways.
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This speaks to me in an interesting way. I’ve been watching this Netflix series that most would feel is silly (probably), but it’s made me look at my life differently. I believe in magic and fairies and such. So suddenly I started to think about my life as a fairytale and wondered if I had been seeing it from completely the wrong angle. That maybe all the folks I thought were the ‘bad guys’ had really been put under a spell by the person who gave me away (my birth mother). Maybe no-one can get close to me because of this…not because of me, but because they’re not meant to. My birth mother may not have done this to be evil, but she may have had some reason…to protect me–maybe it was a protection spell? It has always struck me as odd that I can’t find a trace of her or of my family…do they not exist in this realm? There are other interesting things that point to the possibility of magical intervention. Or maybe I’m simply nuts and need a reason why my life has turned out the way it has…but it is a rather comforting thought. I figured you might understand.xo
Oh you’re not nuts at all. There is no reason on earth to dispel the long held belief there are things around us we do not understand or see. Some of us see them more than others, I have long believed this. The Finnish and the Icelandic people still believe in fairies quite widely and it’s normal in their culture. Our culture may laugh at such things but that doesn’t make them invalid. Spells – and why we are say not able to get close to others – those things can be true because some people seem to know how to fold the world in such a way as to create outcomes – whilst others don’t know how to. I once worked in a place where they hexed it and we all became violently ill and had to be un-hexed. I didn’t really believe much until that happened then it was hard to deny it. You are far from nuts my friend. As for needing a reason for why life has turned out this way, well I know that feeling as I often look for those myself too. It is natural to want to know why and to understand better the reasons why we struggle. I wish you times of NO struggle of course, as your friend but I also believe the power of comforting thoughts may be our form of intuition.
You are wonderful also my poet friend
I hope so my friend thank you
Good grief I did not know that! I often think of the ‘value’ of life when we see animals who do not live long lives like most of us do, and how grateful we should be for our relatively long lives, and yet how we are always fretting about such things. A dog for example, has a relatively short life comparatively and look how much he packs into it. A butterfly or moth is the same. I did not know that about the vole though.
You are so right about how many deal with things like this. I hadn’t known that before getting sick which proves I wasn’t thinking of others as much as I thought I was, it’s that selfishness of the well. You are so right about how many suffer though. I hope this has taught me many valuable lessons. You are a very special soul and one whose reach is very wide. I do hope to recover and do things with what I have learned. Thank you for YOUR support because it has meant a great deal to me.
Thank you dear one I am very grateful!
Thank you so much dear friend I am very, very grateful to you.
Wow that’s the loveliest thing you have ever said and I am so flabberghasted and grateful! Thank you so much.
That’s why I hate it so much when the cat gets one. The poor little sod was only ever going to get three months and she has made his tiny life so miserable!
Thanks for understanding. I will think on it more. I have been close to magic for a long time…. And it puts a different perspective on life. Even if we simply weave out tales with it, then so be it. What we think are based on part at least some truth or we could not imagine it….
All straight from my heart..and so true ❤
Big hug beautiful soul ❤
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Beautiful words on escape from the pain of reality!
Your pain is unimaginable to me, and I wish you so much healing. The way that you channel it into these extraordinary works of art is truly awe-inspring.
“A stomach
I’d set mine free
And empty as a cloud, run
In your direction toward the sea
Where salt spray would take the last
Residue of this awful time,”
I can’t imagine this pain in your stomach. I pray for you everyday and I wish you a full recovery. And I hope you can fight this pain that’s within your stomach.
You are a warrior.
💓 Asimov 💓
🙂
Beautiful strength through your weakness shows in all you write.. you inspire and teach us to fight through – come what may..
Wishing hoping and praying peaceful – better moments for you Candice💕💕💕