“The knowledge of my years is ever with me, a sort of binding torment, like an armhole that is
—Kate Trimble Sharber, At the Age of Eve, 1911
emotions
Now, in a Later Spring
Once, long ago, I heard an old man say,
“Two pounds of sorrow is the price you pay
For every pound of bliss.”
But I was young and such a reckoning
Seemed far too steep; now, in a later spring,
I’d gladly offer far, far more than this.
—Alice Mackenzie Swaim, “Now, in a Later Spring,” Crickets Are Crying Autumn, 1960
In effect
guilt, grief, regret
cut deeper than
the dimensions
of the soul itself
Beyond the horizon
I still believe in some faraway place where it’s all okay.
Falling to pieces
I’m a dandelion puff in a harsh wind.
My World
If I had a big balloon
Round as any Harvest Moon
And a bully kicked it, say,
With his foot, and ran away.
All the world would comfort me,
Saying softly, “What a shame!”
Well, it wasn’t stamped or kicked,
My balloon was only pricked
With a very little pin
Touched to it, not driven in.
No one came to comfort me
Though ’twas broken, just the same.
—Janet Barton,
Heart success
Heart pumps blood — and love, passion, hurt, joy, faith.
Waste away
Saw this trash bin today. Call me crazy but not only does it look kinda pretty, it also seems to suggest many metaphors for the past fifteen years.
Boom box philosophies
Next time you’re mad, try dancing out your anger.
Exhaustive
Grief is all emotions wrapped into one.
Understanding death
I read an article stating that cats don’t understand death the way humans do, so they don’t fear it like we do — I think they understand better than
Battle-scarred
Life is a repeated shattering and gluing back together of the heart.
Hard enough
If guilt or regret is an essential part of your grief, you will never stop grieving.