In the valley of illness every stone bruises
as it presses into another unchanged hour
of breath bleeding closer to the tomb.
Have you ever watched your child suffer? I am.
Desperation collects its hand maids to birth despair,
tries to force me into the clotted womb of hopeless.
These are the times I must fly with broken wings,
fight melancholy’s gravity by on less tear,
and seek light in the coal night of uncertain.
My eyes must show tomorrow there will be sun
so the midnight of my child will know morning will come,
mortar my helpless into trust the sky won’t fall.
It is true. One never knows how strong the spirit can be
until there is no other option, no other view but hope,
no other words but... Don’t Give Up.
Dawn has just fought one of the hardest health battles of her life. She had an intestinal infection that resulted in kidney and heart failure. She is getting better, but in the days ahead there will be more medical tests and procedures. It is her wrist that is in the photo I used.
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To watch, to witness, to be strong in such a delicate situation, fraught with so much stress and anxiety, is no small feat. And to find the words, to share this experience, in this most incredibly heartfelt, and beautiful poem, is testament to your love and resolve ~ to be both strength, and vulnerably human. And the 4th stanza - is such a poetic summation of this entire piece - a window into the world/situation you are living - I'm amazed how you have managed to write so deeply, with such shining brilliance.
And yes, this poem is apropos of all the insanity in the world, and how children, no matter their age, or where they are, are always some mother's child.
Finally, the image? It too is exceedingly powerful. Such a striking visual.
Once again, my thoughts and light to you and your daughter and family.
the spirit can be until there
is no other option but hope
Sometimes choices can be so limited that one is stressed out
Hank
so the midnight of my child will know morning will come" say that you are.
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fight melancholy’s gravity by on less tear,
and seek light in the coal night of uncertain
The will to plod on and be realistic rather than emotional can make one a stronger person!
Hank
Have you ever watched your child suffer? That is the question we should all be struggling with right now. Why are we making other people's children suffer? No one wants children to suffer. Or maybe I am wrong about that, as it's increasingly apparent that harming children is fine with many people. Dark times, dark.
I was going to ask if that is Dawn's tattoo and bracelets. Beautiful! I've never really wanted tattoos for myself, but that one I really admire. For its message and honestly just because it looks really great!