Disability corners me
twixt two directions –
the hurried rush
of ambition’s call
and the gentle nudge
of wisdom settling
Confined to four rooms
I am distanced from –
invisible to –
the weekend warriors
whose self-satisfied grimaces
race by my window
I remember that push –
not enough hours to the day
not enough money to succeed
never thin enough, fit enough
always grasping for more…
Legless and exhausted,
I am disqualified
from competing,
immersed in retrospection,
luxuriating in perspective –
I’ve always had, indeed,
continue to have
everything I need:
a home I can navigate,
the endless beauty of nature
and the care of loved ones.
Abundance, I’ve discovered, is attitude:
recognition and acceptance
that life is sufficiency
(I’ve derived this poem from a post by the same name, dated October 2014.
At the time, I was five months into the losses that were Myalgic Encephalomyelitis.
Image my own)
I love this beautiful yet sad poem of acceptance of one’s position in life. Well done!
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Thanks so much!
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You are welcome!
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I know what you mean and do need to live in a retirement community to prove it.
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Amazing how our perspective changes over the years, isn’t it?
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Oh, VJ, I love this poem. The first stanza grabbed me. Then the third stanza hit me in the face – yes, I remember those days. And now I’m disqualified from competing, and I love not competing. It is truly a blessing. Thank you so much for this poem, VJ. It makes my heart sing. I feel very much a closeness to you.
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Thanks so much, LuAnne. I feel it too.
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Deeply touching, VJ. I’m there with you as I read this. Would you mind if I repost it on my blog?https://www.cleemckenziebooks.com/adapt-and-thrive-or/ I think my readers would love to read it and they would appreciate the message.
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I’d be honoured! Thanks so much.
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Wonderful. I’ll get the link to you when I’ve posted your poem. It will probably be after the Thanksgiving holiday, Dec. 1
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Such an affective poem, it digs deep into my emotions. And reminds me of the struggles I can only imagine you’re going through with that, even revisiting is traumatic at times. I have journeyed with friends going through ME and it is utterly awful just to observe.
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Thanks Paul. The progress with this disease is so slow that looking back does give me hope.
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You are hope personified – always you offer hope in your writing.
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Appreciate it!
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Perception, insight, wisdom they all come when we pause and look back at our battles. Gratitude is certainly an attitude, yet the questions remain.
Your verse always tug at my heart.
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Thanks so much. The feeling is mutual.
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You are welcome. 🙏🏼
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Thanks for sharing
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Beautiful expressions of the ins and outs of life and how we perceive it.
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Thanks Eugi!
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Most welcome, VJ!
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Love your insight!
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Thank you!
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This speaks to me of transitions whether thrust upon us or just the cycle of life, and our attitude is everything!
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Thanks. Attitude really is all we’re left with at times.
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Welcome!
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Oh, wow. I was “blown away” by this image [seeing a tattered-by-wind autumn leaf thrust forward from its forest … after reading your poem, I’d say “blown out of”.] Your words describe your ME experience but also capture a slower-yet-equally-unfixable condition of aging … of no longer being able to do the many things once taken for granted … of accepting and coping with pains, coming through the transition (not speedy!) with a sense of abundance.
Maybe life’s way of forcing us to immerse in retrospection, luxuriate in perspective? And write WOW poems!?
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Thanks Jazz. Your words remind me of the time I had a breakdown, which I later rephrased as a breakthrough. It’s all perspective isn’t it? And yes, aging comes with the same challenges.
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Yup – perspective – and ever changing as I continue “growing up”. (Up towards the ever-after … my perspective of where ever-after lies in relation to here-this-moment.)
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I like this very much. It does give one pause.
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Thanks Liz, and thanks for sharing
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You’re welcome, VJ.
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