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We weren’t born to win

Girl, don’t you know

We were conceived

In the womb of sin

 

I’d tell you a story

But it is hard to know

Where to begin

I don’t know

Where it ends

Perhaps it depends …

On what?

I can’t say

So let’s just live

For today

 

The pavements for us

Are not lined with gold

It’s not even promised

That we’ll grow old

And what if we do -

What’s up ahead?

Nobody knows

 

One things for sure

We’ll reap

What we’ve sown

For good or for bad

For happy

Or sad

Our beginning’s

The end

 

No matter which way

The wind bends

We’ll always arrive

On the rugged shore

So let’s just be

Thankful that we have

Today

 

We’ll make it count

So if there’s a tomorrow

We have something

Good to replay

Remember today

Is tomorrow’s yesterday

So let’s live as though

It is our last day

 

 

I want to look back

While moving forward

And weave all our days

Into one

I know you don’t understand

Neither do I

It’s okay

We can sit together

And cry

 

But let’s take our tears

And wash out the fear

Focus control

Through our own lens

Girl, I know

We can’t say how

This ends

But we can try

To make amends. 

C.K.23.

 

 

 

 

 

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Comments

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Hélène

Fri 31st Mar 2023 14:51

Thanks for sharing the back-story on this poem Clare. I've re-read it several times & your life story makes it even more powerful & meaningful. Lots of interesting layers to the poem, & yes, written in a way that allows the reader to draw their own interpretation/meaning from it. It spoke to me on multiple levels.

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Graham Sherwood

Tue 28th Mar 2023 14:31

No regrets!

I am minded to remember the old adage
"if you don't know where you're going, any road will take you there'

I've always found it sage advice!

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Clare

Tue 28th Mar 2023 12:45

Thanks everyone, for the likes and comments. This piece seems to have generated mixed responses, which I find interesting - whenever I write I like to leave it up to the reader to interpret my words based on their own life experiences.
In answer to your question, John Marks, this piece is actually based on conversations I had with my father before he died. The ‘amends’ I talk about are very personal to me. My father left me in an orphanage when I was a child after my mother had a mental breakdown. I often write about the conversations we had whilst we attempted to reconcile before his death.
For me, this piece encompasses the societal changes that have taken place in my lifetime with regard to single fathers and post partum psychosis. It is not intended to be pessimistic - quite the opposite. So I am glad some of you find it inspirational and a bit abstract. ☺️

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Stephen Gospage

Tue 28th Mar 2023 09:10

Thank you, Clare. I like the way the pace and rhyme of this makes it a fluent read. The message is a little pessimistic to some readers but I admire your honesty. I do see John's point about making amends.

But overall a really interesting poem.

Jack Roberts

Tue 28th Mar 2023 01:31

What a wise and wonderful message this is

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M.C. Newberry

Mon 27th Mar 2023 20:14

Nice one! Can be read and interpreted in various ways that add
to its message - and perhaps, its challenge.

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John Marks

Mon 27th Mar 2023 18:39

But to make amends for what? For being alive? For being who we are? I lost my best friend to suicide: I have survivor's guilt as well as recurring grief. But sometimes I have to be cruel to be kind, and I try to begin each day a-new.

"Remember, remember, this is now, and now, and now. Live it, feel it, cling to it. I want to become acutely aware of all I've taken for granted." Sylvia Plath

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Hélène

Mon 27th Mar 2023 14:38

Really lovely, inspired me this morn to live with peace & awareness. Thanks, Clare!

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Manish Singh Rajput

Mon 27th Mar 2023 13:59

Beautiful.

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