Saturday, August 29, 2020

The Fabric of Hope

Linking with the Sunday Muse for Muse # 123 brought to us by the utterly amazing talent Chrissa!
Also I am happy to be participating this time for the Flash 55 over at Verse Escape, hosted by the absolutely stunningly talented Joy!
Come join us everyone!

In the distance are the multitudes

Each blemished with their own scars from yesterday

Yet burned by the same light that kept them looking up

Hope is powerful

It hems together the same fabric once torn by heartache

We all hold it within our breast like a blanket

 Some keep holding on

  others let go.



Note: I guess today I am offering a bit of a sad poem.  I  tend to veer away from such realities, but I guess the sad news is, they are realities.  Having had a mother that suffered from addiction, and depression due to by-polar disorder, I saw this at a very young age.  Tomorrow will be the anniversary of the day my mother passed away back in 1972.  I spent many years holding a deep anger over i t.  Then when I became a mother, I truly grieved.  Now, I cherish the thought of her, and hope to be all the beautiful things that she truly was in this life. 



 

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17 comments:

  1. Linda Lee LybergAugust 29, 2020 at 8:26 AM

    So lovely Carrie. It's amazing how grief changes, and in the process, changes us.

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  2. hedgewitchAugust 29, 2020 at 8:44 AM

    I found this poem tragic, but also full of light and wisdom, as were your own experiences. The world is just too hard for some people, there is too much pain, and they suffer so much, and when you lose them, it's hard to be the one left standing and not feel anger...but the message here to me seems to be that we are all in this together, " blemished with .. scars from yesterday.." yet also discovering that "Hope is powerful.../We all hold it within our breast like a blanket.." Truly beautiful lines, and thank you so much for sharing this with us today, Carrie. I think grief shared is a source of strength, as much so as hope can be.

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  3. JimAugust 29, 2020 at 10:52 AM

    I too am sorry for her, your mom, and your relationship. So sad too, the flues,ebolas, and even genital diseases have found cures or relief but cancer, bipolar, and the common cold and otherd they don't. $$$ priorities?
    Your mom looked the flower part too, an exellent metaphor choice for her tribute.
    My dad may have been bipolar before it had a name. I don't forgive him, even after his death at 97 in 2007. He couldn't possibly have been a flower, not even a noxious thistle.
    ..

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  4. HelenAugust 29, 2020 at 11:34 AM

    Carrie, my words will not convey the depth of emotion I experienced as I read your poem. Just know we care .....

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  5. Sherry Blue SkyAugust 29, 2020 at 11:46 AM

    Some hold on, others let go.......so true. I am so sorry, Carrie, and understand only too well, having a bipolar daughter, the tenuous hold your mother may have had on life - sometimes the pain gets too much to bear for them. She looks so beautiful. I am glad you now can celebrate all that she was. It is amazing how mothering our children helps heal the pain of our childhoods.

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  6. kaykualaAugust 29, 2020 at 11:59 AM

    How true you captured the emotional might of love, a relationship often disregarded in many situations by many unwittingly until it is not there any more. We have seen such realities, it's just human nature. It is noble to rekindle back the memories Carrie, Ma'am!

    Hank

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  7. indybevAugust 29, 2020 at 1:11 PM

    You've tugged at my heartstrings, Carrie I'm glad you've reached the point of cherishing her. God bless!

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  8. Susie ClevengerAugust 29, 2020 at 4:52 PM

    So beautiful. Grief is certainly a journey and hope an invitation not everyone accepts.

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  9. TruedessaAugust 29, 2020 at 7:21 PM

    Yes, one can feel the pain and often the scars are reminders of yesterdays. I think we all
    have some. I am sure your journey was a hard one but, hope is powerful and healing. Hugs
    Dear Carrie!

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  10. C. SandlinAugust 30, 2020 at 6:33 AM

    This is beautiful, Carrie. It breathes the hope it references.

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  11. qbitAugust 30, 2020 at 6:51 AM

    "We all hold it within our breast like a blanket" - yes. So glad that anger and grief found their way back to love.

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  12. Gillena CoxAugust 30, 2020 at 9:12 AM

    I luv the fact that you wish for yourself all of her beautiful parts. For me that is a loud statement of love
    Happy Sunday

    Much💝love

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  13. FireblossomAugust 30, 2020 at 10:46 AM

    Wow, you're way ahead of me; I still hate my mom and can't forgive. I really love your poem, Carrie. It's deceptively simple for all it has to say.

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  14. Other MaryAugust 30, 2020 at 12:47 PM

    What a moving piece. I'm sorry you had a difficult relationship with your mom. This is sad, but so lovely, and I found a scrap of hope in it too. This is really a gem, Carrie.

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  15. robkistnerAugust 30, 2020 at 1:04 PM

    Fine stuff Carrie.

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  16. purplepeninportland.comSeptember 1, 2020 at 5:19 PM

    Grief is a tough road to travel. You have come to a sort of peace
    about your loss, which can be healing.

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  17. grapelingSeptember 18, 2020 at 6:22 PM

    I feel this deeply, especially your final two lines ~

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