Like Atlas, I bear
the world’s weight
call it responsibility –
a painful delusion
requiring walls
Life has its own rhythm –
light and dark,
joyous and sorrowful –
orchestration outside
of my domain
Love, however,
is limitless
in its capacity –
open-hearted acceptance
protection in itself.
Trading one focus
for another
permits appreciation –
I vow to assert love
and forgo control.
One Woman's Quest 
There is definitely a difference, and as you’ve shown here…one is light; the other, not so much.
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Yes. Thanks K
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Very wise thoughts!
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Thanks Bonnie
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I love this poem! I vow to assert love
and forgo control too!
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Thanks
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I’ve never thought of responsibility and love in quite this way before. Thank you for the insight.
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I grew up “the responsible one” – thought it defined me and my ability to be loved – it’s a work in progress to let that one go. Thanks Liz.
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You’re welcome, VJ.
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“Love, however,
is limitless
in its capacity –
open-hearted acceptance
protection in itself.” – Love these words!
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Thank you
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The last two lines of the poet sums up the philosophy of love, pure surrender in it .
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Thank you.
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OMG VJ ~ students were asking me yesterday what I meant by ‘control’ in my TEDx talk and I explained the concept of LOCUS of control (interval / external) by Dr. Julian Rotter. And this is the essence of your poem. That pull / push of suffocating responsibility vs infinite possibility — that lives within each of us. The key is deciding which wolf to feed. .. ♥️ p.s. I am always transported deeper by your poems.
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You got it! 🙏😘
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As always thought provoking. I enjoyed yours and Ivor20 communication – and agree that no one warned us about the ageing process….although even with warning…we would never have understood….Like all things we have to live it to know. Thank you…Janet.
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You are so right, Janet. I can’t help but think that fear of growing old is what fuels the fitness market. Thanks
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Agreed
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A beautiful thoughts VJ.
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😊🙏
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👍🏼🙏🏼❤️
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We seem to require walls…….”love is all there”…….
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Indeed!
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I like this…you are right the weight we all carry around is an unnecessary burden, why do we humans complicate everything?? Didn’t someone once say…..Love is all we need.
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Have to admit, we’re good at it – complicating things, lol. Thanks.
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You’re welcome.
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Oh V.J. I’m not if love is that easy, my focus is blurred, and I think I’ve reached the limit … 💕
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There comes an age, Ivor, where it is all blurred; I agree.
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No one warned about this ageing process
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Well said.
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Thanks
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Very nice poem Vj! Loved it ❤
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Thanks so much, Carol Anne!
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