Saturday, December 11, 2021

A Mighty Weakness


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Each substance of a grief hath twenty shadows... ~William Shakespeare

 

My soul is a parakeet that tries to fly

But my heart can be a cage

Gripping mightily to all I hold dear

But in the letting go I am weak

Like a lost man on a ledge

No longer able to stand

We lose many things in this life

And we carry each loss as we go

Like weary children crying to be picked up

We lift them upon our hip

Close and careful not to drop them

So I find that even in the letting go

I am still truly holding on.


 

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25 comments:

  1. HelenDecember 11, 2021 at 10:02 AM

    Holding on for (our) dear lives, Carrie.

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    1. Carrie Van HornDecember 11, 2021 at 10:30 AM

      A wonderful play on some serious words my friend! So utterly true!

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  2. JadeLiDecember 11, 2021 at 10:22 AM

    So true, for good or ill. It would be nice to set them down every once in awhile...

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  3. FireblossomDecember 11, 2021 at 10:42 AM

    Leggo my Eggo, woman.

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    1. Carrie Van HornDecember 11, 2021 at 10:58 AM

      LMAO....you crack me up Shay!!! I love it! Now I am wanting breakfast for lunch!

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  4. DoraDecember 11, 2021 at 12:17 PM

    On loss and holding on, you say it all, Carrie, beautifully.
    Pax,
    Dora

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  5. Gillena CoxDecember 12, 2021 at 5:25 AM

    Ah, what a paradox of joy and sorrow this life affords us
    Happy Sunday

    Much💟love

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  6. C. SandlinDecember 12, 2021 at 5:31 AM

    I love the way you're able to take a difficulty and sanctify both the response and the inevitable loss in the space of your poem.

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  7. Marion HortonDecember 12, 2021 at 11:08 AM

    Carrie, this is wonderful. My eyes were stinging after I read it. Some things we can never let go. These lines resonated so strongly:
    'And we carry each loss as we go
    Like weary children crying to be picked up
    We lift them upon our hip
    Close and careful not to drop them'

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  8. JimDecember 12, 2021 at 1:09 PM

    Very true, Carrie. We hold on, not forgetting where we went wrong. Even for most when we don't admit it. "Sitting on a ledge" may settle us down for a bit.
    Your line, "even in the letting go I am still truly holding on," rings. If I steal it I'll change the "I am" to "I'm". But don't worry much, I can't write something that would merit it.
    ..

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    1. Carrie Van HornDecember 13, 2021 at 9:07 AM

      Thank you Jim and you are welcome to the line and I am sure it will be wonderful.

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  9. robkistnerDecember 12, 2021 at 5:35 PM

    Holding on Carrie is about all we got in the long run, and the closer to the end of that run, the tighter we grip!

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  10. TruedessaDecember 12, 2021 at 5:54 PM

    Even in loss we tend to hold on, there are pieces of life we just can't bare to let go of. sigh...

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    1. Carrie Van HornDecember 13, 2021 at 9:10 AM

      You are so right Truedessa. It is a hard part of this life. 💙

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  11. qbitDecember 12, 2021 at 6:42 PM

    My soul is a parakeet that tries to fly - I wasn't expecting that, LOL!

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    1. Carrie Van HornDecember 13, 2021 at 9:12 AM

      I have to throw you for a loop once in a while Qbit. Always glad to make a true comedian laugh. Usually it is your clever jokes and play on words that crack me up.

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  12. Sherry Blue SkyDecember 12, 2021 at 6:54 PM

    "But my heart can be a cage." I remember when mine was. And yes, re the letting go and holding on........I do that, too. There are some things we want never to let go of.

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  13. purplepeninportland.comDecember 15, 2021 at 5:51 PM

    Perfect picture of loss and holding on.
    I love, "my soul is a parakeet."

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