Tugging

Is it selfish
this chosen solitude?
How I treasure silence,
stillness baiting my muse

And is it my calm
that attracts chaos?
The sorrow of others
landing on my doorstep

What if I rejected pleas,
locked out the troubles?
How long can I sustain
peace until need answers?

(Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own)

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Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

27 thoughts on “Tugging”

  6. It’s the airline announcement to put on your own mask before assisting others. If we don’t recharge ourselves we are left with no energy to help others. What did I love this poem? I enjoyed the title, the word choice and of course, all the questions!

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    1. I’ve been thinking of that analogy too, LuAnne. Today, I’ve been focusing on Mother Teresa’s words: “small things with great love”. Thanks

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  8. Hello VJ…..I need a place of solitude….without it I can’t function….therefore I can’t help those who might turn up at my door! Having said that no one comes to my door unless invited or expected..i.e. the post man and all other deliveries:)

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  9. It does seem selfish sometimes to have peace when others close to are facing turmoil. Yet even Jesus withdrew to place of solitude to strengthen His inner soul. He never blocked out the hurts of others. Solitude can be restorative. Without it we don’t have the strength to help others.

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