How long?
I'm broken;
mind and body, I can't bear the weight
but I can't put it down.
It might get broken, too
and it's precious!
How long can I stand?
My legs are failing, even now.
I'm staggering under the weight
of things I don't know
how to mend--
things that are
too dear to lose!
They're failing, now
and failing me.
Did I lean to long?
How much longer
'til I fall?
...and will I ever
rise again?
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The plaintive voice of strength that feels the weakness
and yet carries on and touching on the doubts does yet turn again to self wherein is all.
My heart goes out to you, good sir, and to your lovely wife. In difficult times may you find the leaning post of loved ones and friends to comfort and support and whisper words of Hope and Encouragement.
You have support so lean upon until you feel revived again to carry on...for carry one we must and will.
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Endless I
And what will they say when you're gone?
That you conquered?
That you burned like a rocket from the womb to the world?
And you ran with the colors and your flags unfurled?
And (that) you ignited everything, like a gasoline rain?
Will they say you were insane,
While their life is drained?
And all of us go down slow. And then we rise again.
Just like the tide out at sea, we lower and rise again.
And the days go by, and the nights all feel the same.
And the beast in your eyes slowly becomes tame and again.
Tame and dim.
(LIVE: And I don't know why and I don't know when)
(LIVE: But all of us must, die in the end)
(3rd verse, live)
Ahh, you see me kickin at a tin-can,
And I blame it on the sea.
You see I never know when, I never know why,
I'm never gonna be you...
No I'm never gonna be you.
The lyrics to one of the most beautiful songs ever written. I hesitatated to post them here in the comment, then hesitated to post them all (in entirity) not knowing how apropriate it may actually be, but decided to anyhow, because it is where my mind went to when I read your poem. They are words that give me hope and strength, that is why I choose to share them with you. (note my screen name)
I am guessing (from the other comments) that Viki (or another woman you love dearly?) is suffering health wise?
Like you have said to me, and very recently, you will stay strong. Failing is not an option. The weakness is merely a test of character, and in the end... the only endless thing we have to cling to is our strength of character. There is nothing more worthy in life, or that makes life more worthy of living, than knowing you held on when it was so far past a weakness in the knees... It might be all we humans really have, the only legacy worth mentioning or remembering having left.
And don't forget those more than willing to let you lean on them when you need a rest.
I'm going on and on... but, your poem touches me deeply.
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My beloved kids always have the right to ramble, Dear One. It's one of my remaining delights.
Yeah, Vicki's not doing well...she just can't seem to put on any weight no matter how much she eats (and she does eat!) She fell a couple of days ago (the day I wrote this) and I came home to find her on the ground out by the stable. She was sitting up...just couldn't get up. I sorta crippled myself again, carrying her back into the house. (Between you and me, I wouldn't have thought I coud do that.)
And there, I ran out of things to say. Brain (may it rust in peace) seems to be tired, lately.
Thanks for coming by.
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I am reminded of my grandma, back in mid 2000, my grandpa was away on a business trip and she was upstairs in their house cleaning... coming down the stairs she mis-steped and missed the last stair. She fell and broke her leg and was stuck there for several hours alone, in pain and suffering. She finaly was able to scoot her way into the library and call my uncle (her son) he had been at the movies and did not answer until about the fifth call. Of course he went imediatly to her aid, and had to pick her up, carry her to the car and take her to the hospital.
I alway's think of how my grandpa must have felt, when he found out, realising his most dearest was in need and he was accross the country. He was such a good man, he loved her more than anything else in the world, his pride and hope.
I can't really go on about that just now, too hard.
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This touches home. Sometimes all that we can do is lay aside that which we can no longer bear, and walk on, gently.
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But...I need her!
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I know.
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Endless... yes. This is all endless. This is a split-second, this life... compared with the rest of it... Everyone will rise again.
I will say the same thing to you as I say to anyone I hope for... pray.
And pray. And pray again.
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There are some days that just the weight of our bodies is hard to carry on legs that are burdened even more by our heavier hearts. I feel it also
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Works on several levels. I feel it, too. All I can say is never lose hope.
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