Partnered once, with compassion –
believed in power of human touch,
dedicated self to caring, certain
I’d found my body of work
Time and circumstance intervened;
I drifted, lost in an eddy of confusion,
marital fray ending in separation –
Life moves in circular cycles, and
I revisit that work now, wonder if
parts are salvageable, viable –
fragments outdated, irrelevant –
compassion still holds merit,
what if I let it drive, put ego
in the passenger seat –
would she steer us down one-way
streets, against the flow to traffic,
rattle elusive confidence –
without trust in process, I lack
assurance of youth’s glory –
would not survive the scramble
Circular lines bypass, spiral;
we are not meant to go back;
must breathe and stop grasping.
(Lost Directions first appeared here in October 2017. I have edited it and resubmit for my weekly challenge: compassion.)
Yes, we do spiral, hopefully drawing on what was good to keep the compass pointed in the right direction.
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Sometimes I think we have to stop and re-evaluate so we aren’t just spinning our wheels.
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So wonderfully spoken, VJ.
Loved this.
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Appreciate it, Bill.
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A pleasure!
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Good lesson in there ..
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Thank you!
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Your beautiful words resonated with me. How many times in our lives do we do that? We always second guess ourselves with the “what ifs””
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Too often, for me. Thanks Christine.
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😢
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Thanks
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Yep, I would have done things differently. Need to go on and not make the same mistakes. Wonderful poem, VJ.
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Thank you!
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I love the idea of putting ego in the passenger seat – just not too practiced at it just now. 🙂
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Me neither, lol.
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Indeed, we are not meant to go back, such a strong poem, speaks volumes.
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