If I decided
not to struggle
what would there be left
to whine about?
If I decided
not to whine
what would there be left
to talk about?
If I decided to
accept what is
what would there be left
to fight and resist?
If I decided to
surrender my grip
what would there be left
to hold on to?
Yet ease calls to me
coaxing smile, gentleness
showing me another way
and I am drawn
to her grace
and I am tempted
by her promises
and I am tickled
by her possibilities
and she says...
child, you don't need
to wiggle so...
nothing bad will happen
if you
just
let
go...
surprise, surprise!
lo and behold!
all those things
that seemed so
heavy once
all those things
that seemed so
important once
all those things
that seemed so
dreadful once
all those things
that made me feel
so small
and so tired
and scared
and martyr-like
all those sad little stories
and juicy little dramas
and tired little sagas...
all of my Favorite Struggles...
they all
shrink down
to their
actual size
as I step UP
into mine.
(The question is 'will I'?)
(c)2008 Lisa Olson
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1 comment:
I needed to set you poem aside until I had the emotional energy to absorb it.
You are truly gifted. And poetry is the best form for these reflections. Poetry is delicate enough for the truth you are making peace with.
Thanks for sharing.
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