Finding the Lessons, a poem

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The words wept

from the depths of her soul

swirling, churning

visualizations of angst,

lacing themselves

between the syllables.

She did not moan

she did not cry

but she expressed.

She laid bare

the feelings,

turning them in her fingers,

examining their crevices.

She tried to

understand

learn

grow

and perhaps to delay

the onset  of further pain.

Lessons dangled there

in the silence

she listened to their voices,

contemplating their stories told.

Where would she go?

What should she do?

And how could she

plant her feet firmly

yet fly away still?

She could bereave

these moments,

cover herself in pain,

cover herself in shame

at all the mistakes

that lead to sadness,

but often here,

as well in times of joy,

there is room for growth.

To truly cherish

the breaths

and the gifts

of passing moments

she must understand

the blessings

she has in their presence

as well as the hardship

of finding the lessons

when life’s beauty

and gifts

are seemingly strained.

 

© Sumyannah 2017

 

Beautiful image courtesy of Pixabay.com

 

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13 Comments Add yours

  1. I will. She understands now that the past doesn’t matter, and that her incredible recovery has made me proud and happy. She’s turned out to be a remarkable woman.

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    1. Sumyanna says:

      I am so thrilled to hear that. Every person deserves a chance to thrive… so glad she took hers and is running with it 🙂

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      1. It’s so exciting to see… 🙂

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  2. You have a keen talent.
    When I was young, I did many things that I later became ashamed of. It’s been a long time since I’ve thought about it, but your poem brought back those feelings of shame that almost felt like physical pain. Although I learned from my mistakes, it took me a long time to put my past where it belonged, yet all that angst seems silly now.

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    1. Sumyanna says:

      I know what you mean about it seeming silly… but I think we wear our pasts under our skin and even if we have new experiences that help us learn, they are there. The thing we have to learn is how to put them in their place. They were moments of growth for us, no matter how painful… but now we should learn to be thankful for who we are (either because of them or in spite of them).

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      1. My daughter, Laura, is an example to me. Her young life was practically wiped away by addiction, and yet -since she knows how happy she has made us – she has almost forgiven herself. She enjoys the moment and eagerly looks the future in the eye.

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        1. Sumyanna says:

          I hope she continues on that road to forgiveness. It is so very important. Life is not easy, especially if we are hard on ourselves. She has a wonderful, caring mother and I am sure you will always remind her 🙂 Please tell her I said hello.

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  3. A superb poem, Sumyanna.

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  4. Incredibly beautiful, Sumyanna

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    1. Sumyanna says:

      Thank you dear lady!

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      1. Your welcome, Sumyanna 🙂

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