“A poem is the very image of life expressed in its eternal truth.”
Percy Bysshe Shelley

Wednesday, May 21, 2014

Testing Fortitude


Life can turn into
Olympic trials to test
fortitude and will.

To give in or not,
to insist on finding joy,
life will test all that.

Am I foolish for
being cussedly stubborn
in not giving up?


Muffie said...

I don't think it's foolish at all. I firmly believe that standing strong and seeking joy keeps us moving forward. Giving in to adversity and allowing ourselves to wallow is the start of a downward spiral.

Karen said...

It would be foolish to give up looking for, and often finding that joy. Since becoming chronically ill, I more often than not can find joy even in the smallest things. A new flower bud, a sunny sky, a bird's song, my granddaughter's smile etc.

Judy at Peace Be With You said...

Muff, indeed, my arsenal of weapons is not only the smile I have referred to before, but also my determination to remain strong and resolute. I may, on occasion (viz. tomorrow's poem), acknowledge and dwell in the low moments, but I try to get out as soon as I can. I allow those moments, though, because I think they are, too, part of the healing process. Total denial is not good either.

Karen, I see evidence of your finding joy every time I see one of your beautiful photos. The beauty you find is healing for me, too.