Staying awake throughout the night
Trying hard with all my might
To stop the coming of the day
To try and keep the pain at bay
Running far as the road will take me
Running from the grief that aches me
Such a pain so hard to bear
Fearing it is always there
All these things are just distraction
And a ‘life’s too hard’ reaction
Hiding from a haunted life
Hiding from the dawn’s new light
But as hard as I may try
I know the sun will always rise
And when all is said and done
I know tomorrow always comes
Lovely.
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and now the Master of Verse apparently! Very nice!
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Thank you, but I’m definitely only an apprentice on this one. 🙂
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Nice, yes, but are you okay?
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I’m okay. Just…. stuff. Thanks, M-J. 🙂
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That darn stuff! Hugzzz.
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And thank heavens that it does. With tomorrow comes hope, I always feel. A lovely poem, Heather. Is there no limit to your talents?
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Thanks, Barbara. ❤
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❤
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H this is beautiful but I too wonder if you are all right? Sending hugs across the globe.
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Thanks, Sue. I’m all right. Working stuff out. Thanks for the hugs. 🙂
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Feel free to email if you need an extra ear or shoulder. Sending positive energy your way and an extra hug for good measure.
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And if it looks like this, it won’t be so bad 🙂 🙂
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Yes, there’s a lot of hope in that photo, I think. Thanks, Jo. 🙂
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Certainly with you on ‘keeping pain at bay’. We must plough on and greet each day. At times, it feels so hard.
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Yes. The ploughing on gets so hard sometimes, you’d rather time slowed down a bit to give you a break. But it never does and we must push on. Thanks, Gerard.
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Churning.
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Thinking of you and hoping for that way through…..
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Thanks, Cynthia. I’ll get there.
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A haunting poem. hope the new day dawns brighter with less angst 🙂
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Even when I’m struggling, I’m innately a positive person. Today’s 16km run was pretty easy because I am so far inside my own head at present, I didn’t really notice what my legs were doing. There’s always a silver lining. 🙂
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I know what you mean. Some of my best runs have been when I was mentally distracted 🙂
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And here I come to hug you squashingly, and kiss you very loudly on the ear.
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❤ ❤ ❤
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Hoping now the sun has risen you are feeling better! Enjoyed your poem and your photo. ❤
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Thanks, Barbara. I am feeling a little better. It’s a process.
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Maybe pushing your self too hard? I hope you’re soon feeling your best self!
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Lovely poem, and love how you made the sentences rhyme. Very sad one, I hope you’re feeling okay, better. No matter how much or how far we run, yes, the sun will always rise and tomorrow will always catch up with us. It’s autumn already, how time flies. Nice photo too.
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I’ve finally learned to recognise that if I start not wanting to go to bed at night, it’s usually because something is bothering me and I dread tomorrow. But, as you say, it will always arrive whether I want it to or not so the struggles just have to be dealt with in the end.
Thanks, Mabel. 🙂
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What a thought-provoking post. The capture is beautiful and the poem is poignant yet hopeful.
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Thanks, Jackie. 🙂
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Interesting. I like the poem, of course–it’s good–but it helps you, sharing-but-not? I have to spill in order to obtain release.
I’m sorry you had such a rough patch. I’m glad others were prompt and warm in their support. I’m late to arrive here, with particularly bony shoulders. Hugging does not come easily to me, unless someone is crying. If you’re secretly still crying, I’m unsecretly (yet only virtually) here for you.
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Sometimes there’s almost too much to say so yes, it’s easier to share-but-not. I am glad you saw the light on and thought you’d drop in. (Sorry, obscure reference to old soup commercial.) A visit from you is always welcome. Happily, things are better. Not done with, but better. 🙂
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I have been away from everyone’s places, including my own, for two weeks, I believe, until this weekend. Your place can be a bit difficult, reading the specifics about all your activity I cannot participate in either due to health or economics. I gave in today with the follow because, frankly, I like you. But don’t tell you I said so or you will be insufferable.
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I get that. There’s a blogger I can’t bring myself to follow because her running exploits just make me depressed.
Someone else said something to me the other day about my blog posts that has me thinking that I might have to retire the Flying Beetroot after the half marathon is done and maybe not talk so much about frenetic activity. Find a different focus.
I apologise in advance for the New York sojourn. I’ll keep it brief. 🙂
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Don’t you dare. Our blogs are our lives, exposed. That five-part series on my mom: Don’t you think I wondered about an audience for that? My attempt at telling the tale of my food poisoning and diarrhea–totally GROSS!! But I wanted to tell it! My blog is my diary–my puny fist-shaking rant! So I went for it! I just finished a 2400-word post that few will read about…well, you’ll see. It will post on another’s blog, and repost here. I know the length will limit the audience, but it is a vital part of what made me me.
Your NY story is exciting, MoSY. Besides, I’m 1/4 Scottish! And I used to run. Only three-five miles a day, but still. (I liked hills, BTW : )
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Then I shall run in my father’s Glengarry to the skirl of the pipes and carry you with me in my head, OB. 🙂
You liked hills?? Are you MAD?? (Truthfully, I like short hills. That burst of speed to get to the top. But long hills are a killer.)
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They may be what killed me, for it was “running” (almost strolling) up one that was an early symptom of my lupus.
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Well, obviously I’m not going to hit Like on that comment. 😦
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No Like junkie, I, anyhow. I’m surely blindly offending left, right, and center since that star was added through my neglect of automatically ticking it. Tsk!
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No offence taken here, anyway. A comment is far more highly valued.
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Good Golly. Ego-Babe did it again. Ok, to let myself off the hook a bit, it’s more FIFO-Babe, sometimes, LIFO-Babe, and, this time, MIFO-Babe: I responded only to the middle of your comment.
I am very glad unknown “things” with you are somewhat better, and of course wish for resolution to the positive rather than simple burying and bypassing. Good luck, MoSY.
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