Reaching
for the sun
Though my arms grew tired
I
still continued to try
Reaching
for the sun
That
just wasn’t there
Through
strain and strife
My
branches broke
Although
I would rather
Choke
on the words
Then
say
Having
gone through this
I
am much better off today
My
trunk is broader
Roots
are deeper
My
limbs longer
It
was true to say
At
that time, on that day
Sadness
becomes me
What
was true on that day
At
that time
Does
not hold through to today
Today
I would have to say
Life
becomes me
Chris
McQueeney 9/10/12 11:45 A.M.
I reserve the right to snivel. I reserve that right whole heartedly. Perhaps I will not have to tomorrow. I did not have to today.
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing!
ReplyDeleteIt sure does!:)
ReplyDeleteNice last line to wrap things up...
ReplyDeletesmiles...cool man...we get stronger...the storms we go through prepare us for the next and the next doesnt hit as hard you know....like that last line...in that there is hope...
ReplyDeleteJust...lovely.
ReplyDeleteHemingway: stronger in the broken places
ReplyDeleteThis is a terrific inspirational compact nifty poem, Chris. So easy peasy to relate to
xOxo
kj
That last line says it all Chris. Our strengths rise from our pain and sorrow. There is absolutely nothing in this world that comes without some kind of pain, it's how we deal with it that defines the beauty in our lives. (Hugs)Indigo
ReplyDeleteI love the imagery you used in this. The reaching, the roots, brokenness, and seasons--all work very nicely together. Knot in my throat on last two stanzas. I am quite sure life becomes you more than sadness ever could. (I remember going through a period after my marriage was over where people would run into me and tell me I was glowing.) Life is a becoming thing, no?)
ReplyDeleteIt takes more strength to stretch, than to break. I like this piece.
ReplyDeleteWow! This is so beautiful! Thank you for sharing.
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