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that’s the thing about ruts
the longer we remain bogged
the harder it is to escape
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stopping is no option
to lose the way
is to keep going
keep moving forward
lest one be rutted in uncertainty
rigid with the rigor of fear
bogged down in despair
paralyzed
stalled in hopelessness
the giving in
the giving up
caught in anguish
the rot that sets
with the loss of wonder
when grip lets go of dreams
arthritic loss of faith
debilitates the soul
cripples the manifest light
that shines forth
at the leap into dark unknown
into the sacred mystery
frozen is the doubting man
withered in a worried cage
terrified of the wrong step
of the journey all in
of daring the way unmarked
thus
he bleeds out the color of life
to become cold and grey
a petrified husk
of brittle remorse
mired in regret
for never having shone so brightly
as to blind the eyes of death
stopping is no option
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rob kistner © 2011
• linked at Magpie Tales
Such wisdom in these words and a warning to be heeded. It makes one think. Thank you, Rob.
Stopping is no option…
A thoughtful post – very lesson-like
Powerful, Rob.
Powerfully written. “…for never having shone so brightly as to blind the eyes of death”…….and yet he likely shone far more brilliantly than he knew!
Dear Rob: This poem is BRILLIANT in so many ways!
Loved:
the rot that sets
with the loss of wonder
when grip lets go of dreams
for never having shone so brightly
as to blind the eyes of death
Chillingly poignant; a perfectly poem!
Thank you Jane for your very gracious and generous comments… 😉
once inertia is lost it is hard to get going again…nope, not stopping…empowering and wise write rob…
A poignant piece…. ever crippled by the ruts of life if we allow ourselves to be. Yet the choice is ours to succomb to such a life or to struggle through, still no matter the difficulty looking for those bright sunshiny moments.
Mmm… I love this, Rob… “arthritic loss of faith
debilitates the soul”… it’s much easier to have faith.
Hi Laurie – Thank you for your very kind words… the ‘faith’ I was referring to in the poem is ‘faith’ in one’s self, something I find quite difficult at times — especially when my self-esteem and/or self-confidence has taken a blow in some way… and when I use the word ‘soul’ I’m referring to the ‘inner spirit’ of a person that drives them…
Oh yes … maintaining motion is the key!!!
Bogged is definitely not a state to be stuck in. And yes we all need that kind of faith in ourselves to keep our inner spirits going.
arthritic loss of faith
debilitates the soul
wonderful lines 🙂
No point worrying about wrong steps – best foot forward, and all that!
Sparsely written and most efffective
when grip lets go of dreams….what a powerful line. Beautiful poem!
withered in a worried cage
Lots of wonderful lines here… I can tell you gave this a lot of thought.
Powerfull stuff,
Anna :o]