Such Sadness
It's late
My eyes are red and raw
I feel such sadness
Despite this
Despite that
I know the Sun will rise
In the morning
And I will stretch my arms wide
And greet the New Day
* * *
My eyes are red and raw
I feel such sadness
Despite this
Despite that
I know the Sun will rise
In the morning
And I will stretch my arms wide
And greet the New Day
* * *
posted by Jonas | 8/12/2009 02:28:00 AM
10 Comments:
That picture marries it right away. My first thought is, is he alone? And then there's that solitary tree.
I'm wondering if you would be equally as sad if you were not alone. I'm wondering on the human condition and why it is that we are in need of others (often) to make us whole. I'm wondering why evolution hasn't taken care of this, or perhaps that is evolution, keeping us in need so that we keep procreating to quench our thirst. Huh.
I don't really believe that the planets control who we are but it is often the way through coincidence.
Sending a hug Jonas. Take care.
[[[ u ]]]] Come on over for a glass of wine and some puppy time... Might help~
With all the loney people out there, you would think it would be easier to find the one for you. I guess our own fears, insecurities and ego keep us from seeing what's really there. Perhaps that's true for everything.
Well, I don't need to say I get this.
Oh, Jonas,
Been there so many nights and had to desparately hang on to the hope that the Sunrise brings, but in all honesty, my arms grow so tired reaching forward towards those rays that promise a tomorrow.
Your words encapsulated those nights perfectly...Thanks for sharing your midnight musings.
Y'all are truly endearing.
I thank you for your comments, concerns and caring, I do. I'm OK. I do have my "moods", but they rarely linger long nowadays.
I've never been one to suffer much from loneliness. It's not that I haven't felt its pangs. I have. But loneliness is like hunger...a modest repast and it's gone. I can handle loneliness. In fact, I often prefer solitude.
My sadness stems from remembrance. Even so, I'd rather have joys to remember than none at all. Given that, I can deal with sadness, too (but it hurts).
So thank you all for your kindness and the proferred hugs. I intend to take you up on those offers if and when I can.
I can use me a bit o' puppy time.
Post Script:
Another Dear Heart passed along a poem I once remembered...then forgot. There is wisdom in these words:
Lot's Wife
They had no time —— the just man
hurried across the bridge,
followed God's magistrate
along the black ridge.
His grieving wife lagged behind
as if she had no will,
arms heavy with useless things,
heart heavier still.
She couldn't recall if she'd shut the door,
turned off the iron; worse guilt,
she'd left behind the baby pictures,
her mother's ring, her wedding quilt.
One arm raised as if to gather
her whole life in that embrace,
tears blurring the view,
without much thought she turned her face,
became what she had shed. Who grieves
for this nameless woman, Lot's reflective wife?
I grieve.
I know holding on can cost a life.
Margaret Kaufman
Bittersweet and it wrenched my heart~
"Bittersweet and it wrenched my heart~"
Yeah. I know.
Just 'cuz it's wisdom doesn't make it any less painful.
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