Why is it, that with all my fears, failings and inadequacies,
I am not sucked down into the cold, wet vortex of despair?
Why, with all my guilt, can I sit at my desk
and play with my cat at two o’clock in the morning,
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the searing pain that became only a dull bruise that you prod to keep alive and cherish with unabated joy? I recognise that state of being. Better that you look back and remember that joy than look forward and forget.
Diana, I loved this one! From the times we do cry into the kitty's fur, all night, to the times when we dizzily dance down the street at noontime for no apparent reason at all...life IS a gift, and hey, it must be nice for you to be you...as it is for me to be ME! Rejoice! !
Thank you for the vote, Lisa. No, that is not what I was saying, at all. I was talking about my passion for every sphere of my life.
I love this poem! It's really well written and very powerful words! I would say it's because you found beauty in the breaking. You're content with who you are and what you have! That is the sort of wealth we ought to be working for! ! Great stuff Diana!