Some days there are no happy ever afters
No pot of gold at the end of the rainbow
Inside the cloud- no silver linings
Some days the tears we weep fill the reservoirs of our soul
The magnitude of our pain and suffering is beyond remedy
Inside our heart is bereft and broken beyond repair.
Some days suffering sadness and shades of sorrow are all there is
And we must carve a new understanding of the world we know
Find a new way to find a glimmer of hope.
© Alison Jean Hankinson
I have decided to link this up to d’verse for open link night. I wrote it at a very key low point last year just as I discovered I had once again become ill with a flare of Ulcerative Colitis, the first since 2012. Last week I think I hit an even lower point in my life, the disease refusing to go into remission and being forced to give in and go back on to high dose steroids. I am climbing back out of the hole. I have managed to keep working, and that in itself is an achievement and we take our crumbs where we can find them.
I wrote this early November when despair was at times overwhelming. I still believe in happy ever after- it is in my nature.
Much love. XXX
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You found beauty in your pain. I call that productive 🙂 Sometimes we just need to feel the sadness. Maybe followed by a nap.
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Sounds ideal.
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This is so poignant.. sigh.. sometimes we need to let the tears flow and unload the burden which we carry inside our hearts. Sending love and light your way..
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Many thanks Sanaa
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I find that sometimes pain is a place where you can find wonderful poetry… sadly darkness is needed for the light…
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I think you may be right. The Daffodils will be out soon that will brighten the days.
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I like how your describe these days as filling our souls with tears.
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Thanks Frank. XX
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Well said…. Some days are really bad… John Denver sang… “Some days are diamonds, some days are stone!”
Dwight
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Haha…there have been a few too many stones in the last month, looking forward to a diamond. XX
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I hear even one diamond will make a woman smile!
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Deep and meaningful expression of those discouraging feelings. Poetry is so healing during the down times. I understand (too well) the source of your pain back then.
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“we must carve a new understanding of the world we know” … I like the idea of carving it, like wood.
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love to you. XXX
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It will be better. I am sure of it. Hang in there.
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Yes I hope so, XXXX
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Praying for your recovery. Hang in there.
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Thanking you. XXX
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Amen. And it resonates with me. Autoimmune disease of every kind sucks, and one does have to work hard to stay positive. But yes, it can be done, as you so clearly conclude.
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