The Long Journey

Why does a soul incarnate

& choose (if it is a matter of choice?)

a life of slow self-destruction

notwithstanding the pleas

of all the beloveds,

begging them to get help,

to heal,

to live in glowing health

rather than cowering suffering?

No, no, says the person

pursuing their own destruction,

I don't want your help,

I don't need your help,

as hurtful, ugly words 

spew from their sinking soul.

But no, no, say the wisest of the beloveds,

their soul is NOT sinking,

see beyond, see deep,


all moves towards healing,

the movement often remains invisible,

but it is there,

in the long journey of creation.

◄ In Our Hearts

Good Enough ►


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Fri 18th Nov 2022 03:48

Thanks Rose, I tend to write calm poems to work through my daily craziness! And thanks to you, John B., Stephen G, Stephen A, John M, John C, Bethany, Frederick, Tom, Uilleam, Nigel, Holden, Pete, Dave, Keith, Adam, Poetique, Branwell, Kevin, Ghazala, Clare, Jo, K. Lynn, Jilliann & everyone else who has commented on & liked my poems. This is such a supportive poetry blog & I so enjoy reading everyone's poems. Keep on writing folks!

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Rose Casserley

Fri 18th Nov 2022 00:17

Always an air of calm about your lovely writings Helene 👍

Rose 💋

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John Botterill

Thu 17th Nov 2022 19:18

How very true. Some people are averse to being helped. Fine poem, Helene

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