Showing posts with label Pain. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Pain. Show all posts

Monday

LOSS – A Sure Thing

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So many things one encounters in LIFE'S JOURNEY are chancy.  I've heard it said that the only things 'for sure' are death and taxes.  Well, I've another that could be added to that list of 'for sures' – LOSS. 

Below is a short prose that I found on the internet by an unknown author.  It says in so many words how one can misplace the value of something, albeit -- grandparents, parents, spouse, children, friends, pets, health, wealth, youth, beauty, eye sight, hearing, limbs , mobility, independence, freedom, faith, trust, love -- the list is endless.

What would YOU put on YOUR LIST?

Submitted by:  Dorothy Hazel Tarr






To realize
The value of a sister / brother --
Ask someone
Who doesn't have one.

To realize
The value of ten years --  
Ask a newly
Divorced couple.

To realize
The value of four years --  
Ask a graduate.

To realize
The value of one year --  
Ask a student who
Has failed a final exam.

To realize
The value of nine months --  
Ask a mother who gave birth to a stillborn.

To realize
The value of one month --  
Ask a mother
Who has given birth to
A premature baby.

To realize
The value of one week --  
Ask an editor of a weekly newspaper.

To realize
The value of one minute --  
Ask a person
Who has missed the train, bus or plane.

To realize
The value of one second --  
Ask a person
Who has survived an accident.

To realize
The value of a friend or family member --  
LOSE ONE.

Time waits for no one --
Treasure every moment you have.

You will treasure it even more when --
You can share it with someone special.

Remember....
Hold on tight to the ones you love as long as you can! 



Below are just some closing thoughts – just some one-liners really – make of them what you will!

The JOURNEY ahead is shorter with each passing MOMENT! 

ONE day – all too soon, it will only be a treasured memory!

Love conquers all and overcomes all obstacles.  Or, so some would have you believe.

Gains and loss are part of MOTHER NATURE's grand design. 

When I plant seeds in my garden, I gain a bountiful harvest.  The seed is lost, when the plant grows.  The bounty is lost, when the harvest is gathered.

My childhood dreams were lost, when I realized adolescence.

My dreams of a family are lost, when I got divorced.

My dreams of being a grandparent were lost, when my daughter "sided" with my ex-spouse.

I hope I live long enough to LOVE again.

You are still in my life --  NO, NOT REALLY!

You are out of my life --  NO, NOT YET!

The art of losing is not hard to master -- I practice my "art" each day.

The stages of loss and recovery overlap, but each stage is necessary and a natural part of the healing process.  BUT, I have been in the "healing process" for years!!

I sit in a corner of my mind and cry until I am numb thinking how much I have missed.

I will know when I am ready to move on with my life -- when I accept that life without you is possible.

The only difference in my recovery from one loss or another loss, is the time it takes for me to heal and the depth of pain I feel from the loss.

My healing has a beginning, middle, and maybe an end.  However, the middle is overwhelming me these past many years!

Daily I ask myself, "Am I strong enough to bear the loss of your love?"  The answer is, "Well, you made 'til morning, again!"

There was nothing to do when I lost your love, just accept it and hurt—for years!  Will the hurt never end?!

Some say misery loves company, and mutual suffering eases the pain.  However, friends and family do not have the patience to extend support and encouragement when my JOURNEY of healing has taken over 40 years!

Will I ever love again?  Will love ever find me again?  Will I ever feel "good" again?

The good part of my pain is that it is proof that I am still alive and am surviving.

My loss of love frightens me and feels like a bottomless pit of hopelessness.

I try to run away from the feelings of hurt, desolation, and isolation, but I cannot bury them deep enough, for they emerge with the FIRST Country-and-Western song I hear.

I punish myself with the "if only's".

I cannot forget that I LOVE YOU!

I cannot forget that YOU NO LONGER LOVE ME (if you ever did).

The greater the loss, the more time it takes to heal.  My loss was over 40 years ago, and I am still testing the healing timeline "rule".

My healing these past 40 years since the loss of your love, has been full of ups and downs, leaps forward in the healing, and huge depressing backslides into despair.

The memories of loving you are painful and destructive to my peace of mind.

Before I can progress through this "healing", I have to first get "out of love" with you, which will NOT happen in my lifetime!

I place my hands on my heart and abdomen when they are in turmoil and just try to take deep breaths in slowly and exhale fully.

I take lots of naps and rest a lot, for I cannot sleep because of my dreams of you.

My research into my Family Origins and History help me maintain a sense of structure and order, and give me a feeling of being "connected" again.

I work until late at night on my genealogy on ANCESTRY, until I am exhausted and tired enough to fall asleep and hope I find my dreams are NOT NIGHTMARES!

My plan NOW is to "get over you"; tomorrow I will survive and "move on".

Nothing was as important to me as you were, although at the time I remember thinking that I had so many other important things to accomplish and get done.

GOD let me lean on you until I can stand alone, PLEASE!

I place my hands over my heart when it "hurts", and say to myself, "I am here for you.  I love you."

All the goodness of my life is gone, first you and our daughter, then joy, freedom, and security -- I live in the shadows still.

Holidays are the worst sort of torture without you and our daughter and grandchildren.

These feelings of separateness and isolation will pass, and I WILL get better -- Won't I?

My garden is full of color and blooms, but it is also full of weeds and thorns, and insects.

Before I can experience the happiness of healing, I have to traverse the pathways of pain of separation, rejection, loss of love, and divorce.

My future offers the temptations of rediscovering life, friends, self, and maybe a new LOVE.

I am tempted and want to "skip" the mourning and grieving process, but I know that the only way to recovery is to go "through" each stage of the healing process.  However, 40 years is a long time!  If I do not go "through" the process completely, I know the pain and grief can return later.  Still, 40 years is a long time!

Grief has been "quiet" for a time and I thought it was "done"; NOW, it has returned years later to destroy and threaten my life.

As I look NOW at my hurts and loss, I wonder whether my current situation has reactivated any prior and unhealed losses, and whether old wounds have been reopened that never fully healed.

 [dht]

Sunday

LOVE'S OWN DREAM

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(5 Feb 2012  --  There is a song in my head and a melody in my heart – the verse forgotten by my Lover and unsung.  Wherever I wander, whenever I lay in slumber, the memories follow as familiar companions.  As the old patterns in my life are retraced, I relive anew those precious times with my LOVE.  They are all that I hold dear and are more precious and treasured than ever.  The past is gone, and while the loss has been devastating, there is nothing that can be done to really regain what is lost.  While I do not want to let go of my treasured memories, choosing to live in my past will never completely assuage my loss, nor completely erase the pain I feel now and the void in my life.  Day – by – day, I walk through my life retracing the worn, rocky, and difficult pathways of my memories, reliving times long gone, but made afresh from daily visits.  Ever faithful to my memories, I tend them with special care deserved of heartfelt treasures dreams in hues of LOVE.  dht)



The sweet words of LOVE –
but a melody in my memory.

LOVE stayed but for a while –
then took flight on the wings of Time.

The bonds that would stay LOVE –  
faltered and frayed.

LOVE's voice is silent –
the story untold.

Whispered words of LOVE only a memory –
on a sea of tears.

The current of my tears –
drown my heart in the swollen waters of grief.

My salty lips have lost their smile --
my achy heart has lost its joy.

Dreams of LOVE stalk my nights –
then follow a carved path through my days.

A bond set by a prayer –
later severed by a gavel.

There is no LOVE in your eyes –
no comfort in your arms.

Through the passage of the years –
LOVE's dream follows in lonely corridors.

The tears taste bittersweet –
in my wanderer's loveless sojourn.

As I lay, I wonder --
while I watch the magic of LOVE's dream play out – again.

Time's forgetfulness awaits the dreamer –
where my lover's face shines with tenderness and comfort.

My walk is solo at the end –
without LOVE's candle, warmth, or flame.

The day grows cold and I grow old –
with only dream shadows to follow.

LOVE's remembered moments –
will not be swept away by Nature's taps.

A single note of LOVE's melody –
plays on in my Heart's embrace.

It is so much easier to LOVE the melody –
than to LOVE the withered leafless vine.

Your melody played on after I was gone –
but to another's tune.

To my heart you are no stranger –
to my LOVE you are no captive.

LOVE words spoken at an alter –
now lost on a sea of tears.

Names written on a vowel –
erased by legalese.

The melody from our LOVE song –
a forgotten verse unsung.

My final rest will not be alongside you –
your name not chiseled on my headstone.

LOVE's tendrils shroud my heart –
LOVE's ashes my monument.

LOVE's absence leaves my life raw and unfinished –
albeit the end is nearer.

All my windows and doors are open –
all my LOVE a memory.

JUST LOVE'S OWN DREAM.

[Dorothy Hazel Tarr]

Saturday

THE GOOD TIMES – THEY'LL BE MISSED

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 (28 JAN 2012 – For every moment that I wished for something FUN and EXCITING, there is a toll.  For every moment of HAPPINESS, there is a debt.  Sometimes, during the longer stretches of contentment, I forget there will be 'hell' to pay.  dht)

  
Albeit the address on the envelope is wrong, TROUBLE has found its way to my door at last.

The tariff on the GOOD TIMES delivered to my doorstep it seems, is past due.

Now, I regret the moments I complained about the sameness and boredom of my days. 

I'll miss the carefree moments, the joy of peace and contentment, and good health that were mine.

Their price must be paid for with the TOLL-OF-TROUBLE that awaits.

[Dorothy Hazel Tarr]

Monday

Winter's Calling – Lost Love

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(29 NOV 2011 – Love's bloom died on the branch – never to easily recover from Loss, Pain, and Betrayal.  When does the Pain fade – dull its sharp focus.  The price is too high.  I simply cannot see beyond the gaping maw of my fate before me, though another may.  Some say despair is paramount when one is no longer able to sustain, even for the briefest moment, the notion that all will be well in the end.  Perhaps if they understood how many pieces my heart had broken into, they would then suffer me.  dht)


Slowly – piece-by-piece – is the process of withdrawal unto self, the Spirit withering just as leaves on the tree wither in Winter's calling.
The enfolding warmth of a bright sunny day – loving spouse and Family – fall by the wayside of a troubled Path.
Reality's illusions of Familial Love -- drop away as falling leaves absent the limbs of trees.
Whispers of Lost Love rustle in the breeze, as favorite memories of days gone by -- drop away as dead leaves from barren branches.
As Times passes through Nature's Seasons, the past becomes muted as if the Years belonged to someone else – apart – just as the leaves on the ground seem to have forgotten from whence they sprang.
All Hope of a change of Season – of Heart – with renewed sprouts forthcoming of a Litany of Longing and Affection – died as the fallen leaves from barren branches.
As the last rays of Winter's light withdraws from a frozen Landscape – a cold Heart – the Season falls into Morpheus's embrace with silent tears.
Love's Mystery withered and died – when it should have grown – pushed to the deepest corner of the Heart – where no light shines and only shadows of memories linger.
A new Spring follows the Winter's solstice for some -- for others the Change of Season cannot be weathered and can no longer "move on" with Life's Journey.
Life's Journey is a lesson of survival without Love, without sunshine, without warmth -- bereft of Hope, of Happiness, Youth, Dreams --
Forever Lost – Forever! 
[Dorothy Hazel Tarr - 2011]

Tuesday

FROM HERE TO TOMORROW
















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(22 NOV 2011 -  The Holidays and special remembered occasions bring their own weighted burden to one's Heart – a Birthday, a Wedding, an Anniversary, a Death, a Divorce, a Thanksgiving, a Christmas, a Valentine, a ...   At such Times, all of one's resources are needed, and lots of tissues, to pass through those potent memories so laden with Love and Pain. dht )



All too often, my thoughts turn backwards in Time – to where the memories assail.

Every time I come to a turn in the Pathways in my Life or a Time when the daily routine leaves my mind free to wander – my thoughts drift over the Past like a frequent visitor. 

I wonder anew where my Life's Journey would have taken me if I had made different choices.

Where is the Path to Peace and Happiness?  It surely cannot lie in Tomorrow, although it had its roots in Yesterday – that Path is overgrown now with the weeds of despair, pain, regrets, grief, and tears.

Surviving a prolonged state of depression causes one to shift their thinking and straddle emotional distress.

The weight of my past, my memories – is an overwhelming burden that buries my feelings in despair, pain, regrets, grief, and tears.

There is nothing like the holidays to bring back old memories of days gone by, lost loves, families estranged, loneliness, and the bittersweet memories of former Times – all past now leaving an emptiness in the Path.

The Last Chapter –
the last part of my Life's Journey.
HOW will it be written?  With despair, pain, regrets, grief, and tears, with an unending –
never-ending sameness –
From Here-To-Tomorrow?

[Dorothy Hazel Tarr - 2011]

Thursday

(SO) SORRY WALTZ

[Photo Credit:  Google online images – abstract of dance waltz]

(10 NOV 2011 – Have you ever arrived at a crossroads in your Life, in a relationship, in a career, or in a situation – where you have just had it 'up to here"?  Well, I have and wrote this shorty as a tribute to all those who have caused me injury in the past, now, and whoever in future that dare! 

SHALL WE DANCE, you ask? 
I reply, NO THANKS -- I've had enough of your (SO) Sorry Waltz!  
Enjoy!  Comments welcome!  dht)





People say they are so sorry – such empty, hollow words –  for more often than NOT, people just turn right around and do their "sorry business" again and again.  "Repeat Offenders" you might call them – with habits and attitudes that don't change for better as their "sorry" might suggest!

From experience – I've learned to stay out of the Path of their "sorry business" – for if I don't, then I'm just begging to be "sorry'd" or worse.

But then there are those who don't even say "So Sorry" for the hurt they inflict, and the pain from those times is even worse.

I have known some "Sorry Card Carriers" who – after coming down from the high of doing an injury – figuratively whip out their "So Sorry Card"!!

If one looks closely at those cards, one can see the rolled edges of their worn "So Sorry Cards"!!

There is a reason for Ole Sayings -- and this one seems to fit:

Burn me Once    --   Shame on You!
Burn me Twice   --  Shame on Me !

Well, sometimes there are just some lessons in Life that have to be repeated until they are "Learned"!

So I say NOW to those "So Sorry Card Carriers" – I have (finally) learned this lesson! 

Therefore, I am giving you all Notice – starting from this moment of enlightenment – I will NOT "Sign" your "SO SORRY WALTZ DANCE CARD" ANY MORE!  Once was quite enough!

Moreover, I will try to avoid you whenever I hear you have requested the "Band" play your "So Sorry Waltz"!!

[Dorothy Hazel Tarr - 2011]