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

Wednesday, April 12, 2017

Coming to Terms



I struggle daily,
aware my decline awaits,
unbidden and sure.

Forced into being
a reluctant bystander,
I grasp at control.

Not coming to terms,
my losses not accepted,
I hold on to hope.

The alternative,
dismissing hope completely,
strikes me as too stark.

Hope ever lingers,
detecting new crevices
in which to survive.

Ultimate freedom
lies in choosing what to think.
I will opt for hope.

8 comments:

Gail said...

Hello Judy - I was quite pleased to "see" you again - and your poetic expressions always inspire from a place of truth. I too, keep hope alive - if not that, then what?
Love to you
Gail
peace.......

Sandy Martin said...

Judy, it's Sandy. It's wonderful to read you again on your blog.
You and I communicated personally through email a couple of years back though I have not yet found those in my files.
I will try again to email you privately.
I hear your struggle. I am glad you are writing again.
Best,
Sandy

Judy at Peace Be With You said...

Gail, it always makes me smile when you leave a comment. You always seem to "get" me. I hope things are going well with you.

Judy at Peace Be With You said...

Sandy, I don't have those emails either. I actually keep writing poems on a minor scale, but don't always post them. Maybe I need to rise from the fog of what the last few years have been and reconnect on my blog through my poetry. Thank you for still reading my poems despite my absence.

xaidw B said...

Well, glad you are writing for us to read. All your work always seeks hope, but my experience leads me to question just what is hope? Hope differs depending on the moment/circumstance.
You know this story as well as I do. 'Nuff said.
Amiga

Judy at Peace Be With You said...

Indeed, Hilda, what is hope? How we define that is what can determine whether one believes or not in hope. What all the definitions might have in common is the perspective that something positive, big or small, can happen. I may define that positive very narrowly. I may decide that the positive “something” does not outweigh the negative “something.” So far, that has not been so. It will be for me a constant weighing of the balance, but I think I am wired for finding something that works. Will I be better off for holding on to this perspective? I don’t know. The answer to this question will also be something I evaluate constantly.

Karen said...

Hi Judy,

Lovely to see you posting again.

I think that this poem coveys that you ARE coming to terms with it. And choosing to hold onto hope is a form of control.

Keep being positive Judy.

Judy at Peace Be With You said...

Yes. Karen, it is a form of control. I had not thought of it quite that way. Thank you!