How I long to return to the golden days
Before unresolved sorrow took up its residence in this heart
Clouding my vision
Eclipsing the joy of pure unbridled innocence
Behind terror and fear
Convincing me somewhere deep inside
That in opening my heart
I would never be safe again
God knows the heart has its reasons
For protecting us from pain
And if we have been defeated by love so often
How do we dare to risk and trust again
Opening our heart to others
But hiding the deeper wounds inside?
We must recover such painful terrain
Littered with corpses we may never
Have had the chance
To lay to rest
Doing our level best
Not to be sucked under
By the swamplands hidden depths
So dear spirit
Arm me with this courage please
Protective inner angel
Let me know demons only long for us
Keep shut the locked doors
That in opening
Would give them air and a space to breathe
And sound out their grievances
Liberating them to fresh air
Freeing our soul to inhabit an open space
Which transports us to
That most longed for comfort
Of the healing place
But we can never go back on this path of life
And even if it leads us through the fire
So onwards we must travel
And let ourselves burn
Until all the is left is the truth of a soul
Who said yes to the journey
Through fronting up
And facing it all
you touched my heart deb! ❤ well done on such a beautiful poem!
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Thanks Carol Anne xoxo
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Stunning as usual
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Thanks sweetie. 🤗
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“So onwards we must travel
And let ourselves burn
Until all the is left is the truth of a soul”…………wow! this is so encouraging – and your poem just rocked, as usual!
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Awww bless you dearly 😚😚
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thank you…….. 🙂
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An intriguing piece, and it’s hard to keep fighting, and stop the fires of pain hurting again…… I’m grinning and bearing it at the moment, and battling on, not sure why, …my goals are maintaining my strength
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I hope you are gathering a bit more strength every day Ivor. You went through an ordeal and as time goes on the body slows down. Hope you are getting some good rest.
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Thank you, the recovery process is going ok, but its a battle, everything is so tiring. This is my 2nd stroke, I was younger, fitter and stronger. I’ve been having my doubts this time, whether I’m good/strong enough, to get through the process, but I’m trying, however some days are tiring, and it’s so hard to stay positive within myself…………..
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I teally feel for you I was not fully aware that you had had a second stroke Ivor. It must be so challenging. I wish I could offer some constructive support but its hard from this distance. Praying for you 🤗❤
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I’ll keep pushing and pedalling
there’s is only either falling or winning
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Things are never black and white though we all fall to groud sometimes and we cant always win sadly. 🤗
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😎🌞😏I shall keep looking on the bright side,
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Its hard at time aging is a letting go on many levels.And of trying to.push on too
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What a wonderful poem of hope and healing. I relate so much!
…”And even if it leads us through the fire
So onwards we must travel
And let ourselves burn
Until all the is left is the truth of a soul
Who said yes to the journey …” Yes I am on this journey as well. Nice to meet you!
Roxanne 😇 🙏
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You too Roxanne welcome to my blog. Much love and thanks for your lovely feedback. 💕
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Thank you too, Emerging! (May I call you that? or eftdk?) You have a great blog! I hope you get a minute to check out mine too–hopehealinghaven.com. Hugs 💞, Roxanne
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I tried to find it before but did not have much luck. I will try again… you can call me Deborah. ❤
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Wow great site, Roxanne I just found it .. thank you so much ❤
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I can really relate to this poem. It brought tears to my eyes. For so long I have always wished and hoped to be a kid again, to be free. It’s a long and painful journey. I’m glad I have found others who also know this pain. Thanks for sharing.
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Wow I am so glad it touched you so deeply. Its a sad loss that innocence and awe of childhood… so precious. We are a loving community here and I am so very grateful for that. I am here symbolically holding your hand. ((–))
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