“Your living isn’t determined by what life brings to you as it is by the attitude you bring to your life.” (Sherrilyn Kenyon)
Precarious piles
of unbalanced worries
fragile and threatening.
Be cautious
Slowly you make your way through
One step at a time
before
everything
topples
burying you beneath
things you cannot change
dreams you have not found
worries that belong to you
but also someone else.
A mind lost
A lump found
an expense building
a government crumbling
a world gone mad
A hope–
empty
A future–
unsure.
Yet at the base of the pile
Underneath the wispy papers
and the collapsing packages
lies the strength of belief
in yourself
in justice
in dreams
in words.
Sometime your strength wavers
Yet it cannot fade. It lies within you,
and is the foundation for all. The pile will not fall.
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Image by Roger Boulay
Mar 28, 2012 @ 10:39:27
Well said. Thanks. This really spoke to me.
Mar 28, 2012 @ 10:40:24
I’m glad, because there is also strength in numbers. We can help catch each others falling piles.
Mar 28, 2012 @ 11:05:58
Lisa, this poem is stunning. I love it. The truth, the music–all of it is so well done. Beautiful writing, my friend. Wish I had written it.
Hugs,
Kathy
Mar 28, 2012 @ 11:08:51
Thanks Kathy. I think my heart writes better than I do. Write from the heart, beauty happens. Think too much . . . not so good.
Mar 28, 2012 @ 11:19:20
My pile does fall. I just have to pick it up and keep it from falling again.
Mar 28, 2012 @ 11:21:25
My piles fall too, but I am going to try to keep it up.
Mar 29, 2012 @ 17:47:58
Worth printing out and sticking on my mirror, since my health issues at the moment threaten to topple my whole pile of life. Thank you for this.
Mar 29, 2012 @ 17:49:01
I’m honored if you do and sending healthy thoughts your way.