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

Wednesday, July 8, 2015



Did you ever ask,
why did it happen to me?
Why oh why oh why?

Did you find answers?
Or none at all though you tried
lifting every stone?

Did you stop asking?
Acknowledging there may be
no answers at all.


Muffie said...

I actually never asked "Why me?" because I always thought it was payback for things I did wrong. Or...a down payment for things to come.

xaidw B said...

Love the picture, and identify with the question. As my 15 year old, wise grandson once told me, "Maybe there are some things we are not meant to know". My theory is that it is all random and chaos. "Why me" still hurts.

Robert Parker said...

I've been told that I needed to get MS.

Sometimes... I think they're right.

Gail said...

Hi Judy - I often ask "why me"..............all my answers are rationalizations to accept a horrible injustice to my life and all those affected. Oh I could go on about the crap I tell myself about how MS has brought us closer and how we appreciate all the little things and everything is a gift, blah, blah, blah,, bottom line? I feel robbed!! Every day I fight to rise above the losses.
Love Gail

Judy at Peace Be With You said...

Some of my greatest satisfaction comes from the sometimes startling things my readers say about my poems. In this case, the variety of feedback was amazing.

Muff, I was stunned that you might think MS is payback for something you did wrong. I can't imagine anything you've done that would merit such a harsh punishment.

Hilda, with you, we move from Muff's payback causation concept to one of everything being random and chaos, very opposite views.

Robert, is speculating that getting MS because you needed it a causation model in keeping with Muff's views?

Gail, I can't remember when I've heard such an impassioned cry from you about the cost MS has exacted of you.

I love that all of you spoke from the heart with honesty and emotion. I've probably experienced each of your reactions at some point. Perhaps because of that, I concluded with what I say in my last verse, which is that there may be no answers at all. MS is one great MyStery.

Karen said...

I have never asked "why me". Life is a crap shoot. I think it's just my nature to not dwell on things. MS has been a part of my life since I was in my late twenties, although I was not diagnosed until I was 53. I take each day as it comes, and deal with whatever that day brings me. It's not always easy, but I try to live each moment the best I can, and I am truly thankful for each and every day that I am alive, even though I have multiple immune diseases, MS included.

Judy at Peace Be With You said...

Karen, you have always struck me as someone with deep inner strength and a very practical sense of the world. I am not surprised then that you don't spend much time pondering "why me." Perhaps we can all learn from you. I, for example, have been known, from my earliest childhood, to ask the why of things. While I have learned a great deal as a result, that questioning has also generated some angst. I suspect I will always keep asking why. Because, to me, Life is one big mystery I keep unraveling an figuring out.