The opening lines provide the context. Sitting on a chair made of glass, smiling when breathing in air like glass. That sounds like hard sharp pain. You've painted images of two inextricably linked people who find the ability to 'smile, ' to live in opposing ways. She (who I assume has limited abilities due to illness?) smiles and appreciates the small things in life while the speaker in the poem must climb Mt. Everest to smile and feel happy. I love the line, O the miles and miles I've traveled just to smile, and you? The final stanza pulled at my heart. I understand the pain and the desire to smile through it. That is a different kind of strength from the physical ability to climb a mountain. Thanks for sharing your poetry.
Thank you for your kind words Pamela. There is an (un) fortunate unity in pain I think, in that we can both/all understand it and yet require very different ways in which to cope. Life is sometimes a tug-of-war and the rope is our words.
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The opening lines provide the context. Sitting on a chair made of glass, smiling when breathing in air like glass. That sounds like hard sharp pain. You've painted images of two inextricably linked people who find the ability to 'smile, ' to live in opposing ways. She (who I assume has limited abilities due to illness?) smiles and appreciates the small things in life while the speaker in the poem must climb Mt. Everest to smile and feel happy. I love the line, O the miles and miles I've traveled just to smile, and you? The final stanza pulled at my heart. I understand the pain and the desire to smile through it. That is a different kind of strength from the physical ability to climb a mountain. Thanks for sharing your poetry.
Thank you for your kind words Pamela. There is an (un) fortunate unity in pain I think, in that we can both/all understand it and yet require very different ways in which to cope. Life is sometimes a tug-of-war and the rope is our words.