Poetry with help.

Isn't it lovely when you find you have so much in common with other people. I am thinking of the recently posted poems such as Desiderata and Rudyard Kipling's 'If'. Like so many other friends on this site, these two works in particular have followed me for most of my life, I used Desiderata when my daughter was going through a particularly tough time in her life. I used 'If' when my son was growing into a man, those words of advice held within such a meaningful poem helped to guide him. Throughout my life I have found poetry to be a constant source of courage, help and advice. I have quoted Albert and the Lion when I wanted to cheer someone who was feeling low; and quoted Funeral Blues when consoling a friend over the loss of a mutual friend. I marvel that a few words grouped together in prose becomes so powerful, more so than long speeches. I wish I possessed such a talent. I am currently looking for a work of poetry that will sustain through the long bouts of Fibro which seem to haunt my nights. I was wondering if we have any budding poets amongst the members of the group. I for one would be happy to read them.

[TheAuthor]

Hi Hidden

Below is a poem that was posted onto the forum about 3 years ago by Mdaisy I sincerely hope that you like it my friend.

All my hopes and dreams for you

Ken

Invisible tree, Invisible Me............

I used to be strong as a tree,

Bending and swaying, standing tall and proud;

Providing stability for others to lean on,

And shade for comforting protection.

Stretching strong branches,

To welcome the challenges Of the changing winds;

Growing taller and stronger When each new season begins.

Now, this Tree Struggles to stand Against the Stinging Winds of Chronic Pain......

Winds that cut like knives, Whittling my branches, and core Down to brittle twigs

Of lowered self-esteem. Riding the never-ending cycles of pain and fear,

Frustration and loneliness have brought me here.

Once again trying to plant new roots, Trying to grow out of the depths of despair.

Watered with tears, nurtured with perseverance, Trying to hold my ground.

All the while, feeling invisible. For the mirror displays An unrecognizable face,

With sick eyes and tired grace. A spirit shattered into pieces of lost dreams....

No one can see,

The Invisible Tree, Invisible Me.

Author Unknown

[Orkney-fudge13 in reply to TheAuthor]

So,so,so true,says absolutely everything that I cannot find the right words to say. Tears rolling down my face as I can relate to every single word. Thank you who ever you may be & thanks to TheAuthor for looking out such a poignant reading that I'm sure we can relate to,so kind of you

[Orkney-fudge13 in reply to Orkney-fudge13]

as you always do help everyone, so selfless and so kind and so compassionate to everybody that posts.You are always so uplifting with kind positive words to absolutely everyone while you your self are suffering & in pain. I think that you're a very kind & compassionate person who's words really do make a difference to us all. Thank you ,thank you ,thank you.....

[TheAuthor in reply to Orkney-fudge13]

[Leonwp in reply to TheAuthor]

Wonderful posting Ken and beautifully written by someone who found and read the diaries we never wrote.

[TheAuthor in reply to Leonwp]

[Hidden in reply to TheAuthor]

Wow Ken, that is so appropriate for many of the victims of Fibro, How eloquently the poet describes what surely we all must feel at one time or another. This is definitely one for my collection - Thank you so much Doreen xxx

[TheAuthor in reply to Hidden]

[Leonwp]

I have ysed the same texts and often found so many new meanings in words that i had read dozens of times but hadnt really noticed, maybe we need the right glasses on to allow the words to come into focus and notice that when punctuation is put into a jumble of letters and words the meaning changes. I guess when and how we read is a question for ourselves, but when we put the right glasses on we find that what we thought we saw was not what we read and that what was heard was not always what was said or how it was meant.

[ErosisSore]

Great poem Ken, it made me cry too, exactly how I feel at the moment. Doesn't help that I'm feeling very low and only 2 hours sleep then having to get the kids up and off to school!

Hope you have a good day

All the best

Jo x

[Robbie138 in reply to ErosisSore]

Hi Jo, can you not try and have a rest now that kids are off to school, I hope you pick up as day goes on. Remember if you need to talk, someone is always here.

Take care and gentle Hugs 🤗🤗🤗

xx

[ErosisSore in reply to Robbie138]

Aww thanks Robbie138!

You take care too and hugs back

Jo x

[Robbie138 in reply to ErosisSore]

😂

[ErosisSore in reply to Robbie138]

Aww thanks Robbie138!

You take care too and hugs back

Jo x

[ErosisSore in reply to ErosisSore]

Oops it sent it twice!

X

[TheAuthor in reply to ErosisSore]

[bluebell99]

Hi Hidden

Such beautiful words have been posted by Ken.

I think when we are struggling to get through the day a piece of poetry or prose can make us stop and think and ruminate on the meanings and subtext.

Did you know we have a Poetry Corner? It is in the Topics in blue on the right hand side. If using a phone you may need to turn to landscape.

Hope you are feeling well and will take inspiration from our budding poets.

Kay

X

[Robbie138 in reply to bluebell99]

Good afternoon bluebell99 hope you are as well as can be expected on this cold Monday November day, brrr day for staying in I think.

Gentle Hugs 🤗🤗🤗

[TheAuthor in reply to bluebell99]

[annacruachan]

Hi Hidden , you've started me off - hope you don't regret it lol Gentle hugs. Anna xx

[1499]

lovely poem thanks for sharing, can so relate to this as can so many of our fibro family!

[TheAuthor in reply to 1499]

[1499]

lovely poem! thanks so much for sharing! Can so relate to this also like so many of our fibro family.