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Elusive Strength

 

 

Elusive Strength

 

 

Regret overwhelms her everyday

Love once found, now lost

Leaving her trying to find any way

To try and salvage a little of the past

 

Just a few of the happy memories

It’s these she clings to for dear life

To sustain her, to keep her going

In and amongst inner turmoil and strife

 

She cries out in her sleep at night

Awakening to find herself so cold

Alone, lost, nothing can make this right

For no longer is she as bold

 

Loneliness is her constant enemy

As left alone, she turns to anger

Her one strong emotion, her ally

The source of her inner strength

 

Especially on the many difficult days

For without anger as her anchor

She is left, defenseless and weak

So very vulnerable in so many ways

 

She wonders from day to day

An aimless wanderer without any direction

For she knows and feels

For her there is no resurrection

 

for her peace  is an unattainable luxury

For when she makes the effort

To reach out and touch someone

She is shot back, deep within herself

 

The next time you notice her

Reach out to her, offer her a hand

Give her a little salvation, help her find peace

Assist her on her journey to find release

 

For she is out there among you

A sister, mother or friend

Begging, needing her pain to end

And it’s this that you can do

She is a woman you pass on the street

She is the woman smiling at you

From her lonely forgotten seat

 

Heed her silent cry for understanding

Do not pass her next time you see

Her lonely tears she attempts to hide

Do not just think, leave her be, do not leave her alone on this ride

 

Reach out and touch her heart

Revive her spirit and replenish her soul

Heed these words, do your part

 

Because she could be you or I

In the very near future

Crying out to the world of our constant pain

If she were you, would you not ask for the same?

 

 

— Feebie, Sep 04, 2007

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Region, Country: Gauteng, ZMB

Favorite Poets: Sylvia Plath, Robert Frost

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docmaverick

docmaverick

18 years 9 months ago

Elusive Strength

Feebie, I thought this one was well done. I felt her pain for just a moment, and remembered times when I had a need for some inner strength, that seemed elusive. Well done, Doc.
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Emmanuel Moore

18 years 9 months ago

Hello feebie

If you watch Friends, I'm sort of similar to Joey Similar in a sense of being the one with a not so bright sence of humor.I understood what you were saying,but If it's love lost.You've got to find the courage to get back out there,cause there is somebody out there for everyone.That somebody's me I mean thats a song by Enrique Inglesius I don't listen to him often but it seems like a song you might like, So what I've heard it I'm a fan of good music.It's better to have loved and lost rather then not have loved at all. Sometimes I feel it ain't true either. The fact is you will never find,That which you don't search for,A feeling a broken heart can mend itself together for Don't get mad it's still a chance for love to meet once more
JB

Jillian Botha

18 years 9 months ago

Thank you for those words ................

Hi Emmanuel Thank you for those words and yes i to have heard this song and i actually do love it. :-) and thank you for the encouragement i will definitely keep these words in mind and will absolutely take them to heart. Many thanks...... Kind regards Feebie Mistakes happen, do not dwell on them, live them, mourn them and move on to better things. (PS: if that does not work eat lots and lots of chocolate)
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Conect11

18 years 9 months ago

with all sensitivity

to the situations you describe in the piece, Feebie, I am here to review the poem, not the emotion. So please forgive me if I'm only partially peaches and sunshine. I think you make a good attempt at elliciting emotion here, but you trip so hard over your own rhyme scheme. To be honest it works in the first, fourth, and fifth stanzas. I especially like the stanza "Especially on the many difficult days For without anger as her anchor She is left, defenseless and weak So very vulnerable in so many ways" Unfortunately you lean on the rhyme so much in other parts of this poem that the rest begins to look very trite and insincere. I think the rhyme hinders you, feel free when you write. Don't go into writing thinking "I gotta write a poem about a cat, a dog, etc." Just let it come to you. When you're in a poetic mind, it will, over the simplest things. Lastly I urge you to write this in the first person. Instead of saying "you" say "I" or "me." The way it's written now feels very artificial. That's it, all in friendship and constructive support. Mark W.