– Maya Angelo
I fear living.
No, that’s not it.
I love living…
…but I fear engagement…
…drowning in engagement
Except, I love engagement…
… but only when I dip my toe in the waters
and feel the thrill…
and can still maintain control.
I fear losing control. I fear no longer being able to call the shots, life demanding more of me than I’m willing (or able) to give.
I’m willing to give…
… to a certain point…
…can no longer afford to be sapped dry, wrung out
and discarded… so much hurt
so much betrayal…
such lack of appreciation
I have given.
I have loved and sacrificed and cherished and
given…
…up…
…self
It’s self I’m afraid of losing
and why not?
I am only just able to touch her
She and I, still hesitant
building a certainty
a mutual admiration
respect…
And should I be called upon
to give…too much…well…
I could lose her again.
This is what I fear.
(Two separate blog posts hit me this week. The first offering the Angelo quotation (sorry, I can’t remember the blog’s name) and the second from my friend Dr Andrea Dinardo, who offers the question: What’s Under the Fear? Dr D offers a five step process for self-discovery. This is my response. Image my own. The poem also fits with my weekly challenge theme: except)
Beautifully penned, . an amazing read. Thanks to Susi for sharing. Loved it!
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Thank you so much!
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It’s my pleasure!
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Reblogged this on I Write Her and commented:
This piece struck a chord deep within me. VJ articulated thoughts I’ve had in a way which brought back so much of that felt I’ve felt about living while living and while trying just to survive. Kudos for speaking your truth and ours, VJ.
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Thanks so much Susi. It is affirming to know that one’s experience is not singular.
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It’s my pleasure, VJ! Yes, when we find people who “get” us, priceless. 🙂
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Lovely reading this piece on self discovery! Am waiting to read about the next step – the realization that knowing and accepting self and learning a few new ways and ideas are the key to moving beyond fear.
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Bit of a spiral dance… Thanks for reading and commenting.
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This poem is so real. Fear is a constant battle. Going back to that hot stove over and over just to be burned again. But wondering…maybe this time.
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Yes. Good analogy. Thanks Andrea.
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Welcome.
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I feel like you have captured much of what we fear in this beautifully penned piece, VJ!
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Thanks Susi!
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You’re welcome, VJ! 🙂
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The push and pull of losing ourselves in regards to the demands of life. The way the poem looks on the page seems to engage the readers in the same almost unsureness of the narrator. Excellent throughout. I have the same fear. Maybe everyone does at times. Very relatable.
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I think we all do…although it was a bit of a revelation even for me. Thanks.
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Sure, it takes time a bit of surprise to come to these deep conclusions. Welcome!
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This poem… I relate to it so very much, and also create around such themes at times. I am so very happy to find your blog (via your comment on Benjamin’s)… lovely work!!
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Thank you Lia. Nice to meet you too.
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1) I love your portrait so much 2) The journey of your poetry moves my spirit. Literally! There is so much movement in this piece. A literal day x life journey in words. 💙💙
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Thank you. Thank you. I was moved by your post. It touched something in me that needed exploration.
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I love knowing that VJ. It harks back to our Carl Jung dream interpretation days. #belowthesurface Just like this ^ post! More than meets the eye. 🌊 💠💞
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Exactly!
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That image is so amazing, when I think on it and reread your words plotting the journey to self. The duality of life we experience, the imprint of fear painted with many colours , always there in the background. is so well done. My impression. Maybe it’s too deep. 🙂
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Not too deep. I read the post on What’s Behind the Fear, and decided to explore it. I love “the imprint of fear painted with many colours”…so true. Thanks.
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This poem is so real and true to life. I love it and the quote by Maya Angelou. This is one of your best pieces, VJ!
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Thanks so much.
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This is one of your best….and I absolutely love this Maya Angelou quote. Have you read Delia Owen’s Where The Crawdads Sing???? – It’s magnificent.
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I have read it – most magnificent. Thanks so much, Janet.
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Excellent quote to introduce this poem. I can understand this fear of loss of self. But now as I am older I do not have that fear. I will have myself , and be with her, to the grave whenever that may be! Thank you for provoking me to think about this and find my response. with certainty.
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Yes. Age helps us ease into Self I believe, as has illness. I purposefully did not write a revelation, as that is for the reader. Appreciate you taking time to read and comment.
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I love that Angelo quote and your honest poetic reflection about fear.
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Thanks Michele
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I agree with Liz and Heather.
This is an exceptional verse.
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Thank you. I appreciate it.
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My pleasure.
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That spiral…I don’t think there is a woman alive who hasn’t been caught in this. So very well penned.
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I suspect you are right; thanks Heather.
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You’re welcome.
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This poem really resonates with me. The fear of losing myself is very real.
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Thanks Liz. I think many women can relate.
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You’re welcome, V.J.
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The poem is superb. The quote at the top timely and apt.
You have a special gift with your words. 💗
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Thanks so much. Greatly appreciated
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Those last lines hit home. Losing yourself. I get that fear all to well.
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I’ve given her away too many times. I suppose it is myself I fear. Thanks for commenting.
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