At first it lingers
frustration brewing
fears sparked
Movements that don’t
flow, glide, settle
Breathing ragged
emotions heightened
wistful glances to the
past
…
It burns a hole
through which a
whole can emerge
Glances of superiority
become flashes of
understanding, empathy, relief
The pedestal
slowly lowering
for all the struggling
striving, battered ones
Of which we are now
the first to lift our
weary hands
…
Is it a curse or a gift?
A bomb or bouquet?
Perhaps it is
the only way
we evolve.
This post is part of the Five Minute Friday writing challenge. Each week I join with this talented group of writers, free writing for five minutes in accordance with a prompt. Today’s prompt is ‘weak’.
6 comments
Beautiful. I am reminded of times when it was only after I had gone through a particular life experience, that I realized how little I truly had known of that experience when I previously dished out advice to others walking through it. Humbling indeed. 🙂
Thanks Esther – yes, I know what you mean and it is hard to avoid that experience, particularly when you feel like you are doing what you think is best for that person… how differently it feels on the other side though 🙁
Perhaps it is the only way we evolve! 🙂 I’m in the 43 spot this week.
I think you might be right! Though that scares me a little….
I’m so glad you’re struggling together. Sounds like there’s been some major bumps and bruises this week. You will come back ’round to snuggles and words and bouquets. Sure, you’ve got some bombs: own them and throw them back behind enemy lines.
Love it! A way to rethink the negatives – always need that 🙂