Get up and Gone

Get up and Gone

 

I remember when my uncle, with watery eyes,

Told me how his get up and go

Had got up and gone.

We were looking at the framed photo of his wife,

40 years together, and now only one.

His shoulders shook, a man once so strong,

Used to laughter, drinks and quick with a quip or joke.

 

And I remember when I too lost sight of the sun,

My vision blurred, tears in early morn,

All hope seemed dead, the future blank and dark,

Each day a struggle of trying not to slip,

But hanging on to life buoys, holding by my nails,

In fear and shaking, all my strength was torn.

 

But even as we take the punches to the gut,

Our bodies hold up stronger than we dare.

Life’s still life, although we move no more,

And slowly, seeds of hope when watered by our tears,

Begin to grow small shoots of life which hold the light.

Before we know it, shadows fade away,

Despite all evidence against, love begins to break through.

Giving, loving, feeling every day,

Gives somehow sense of something new and true.

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Hannah Collins

Mon 16th Jul 2018 20:46

Inspirational. One from the heart.
Life's still life,
Seeds of hope.

Hannah

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mike booth

Wed 11th Jul 2018 22:15

thanks, Colin. I changed from my usual rhyme to try to just speak from the heart. Glad you liked it. M

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Colin Hill

Wed 11th Jul 2018 08:11

wonderful poem Mike - it really does portray that sense of hopelessness that sufferers of depression experience - the suddenness and unexpectedness also. Thanks for posting. Col.

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