You can’t know
Won’t know
Won’t see
Because I fiercely protect this heart of mine
Can’t judge me when you don’t have all the puzzle pieces, see
***
This world has been my HELL but I am
Grateful for any measure of peace bestowed upon me
I hear Grandma whisper: Aren’t you tired, sweetie?
Papa echoes: Stop and smell the roses! You’re missing it. Stop, look around, honey!
Stop trying so hard, bending over backwards, worrying constantly
Allow yourself to be in awe of the immensity
You don’t have a choice anymore. Let go, Sweet Pea. Let it be. Let it be.
***
Wait! Let me go to The Fox Theatre to watch one more show —
Before the robes of My Confessor flow
I could say it out loud, SHOUT IT — Then, they’d all know
Maybe afterwards I’ll have the strength to let go
OH, OH, OH! Then, will I have earned my Sweet Release?! Will I?!
Until I do
Until I get the courage to — Well…
***
You can’t know
Won’t know
Won’t see
Because I protect this heart of mine so fiercely
Can’t judge me when you don’t have all the puzzle pieces, see
***
Listen — Promises aren’t just words to me
My words aren’t empty
My burdens are released with beautiful clarity
So, when it’s my turn, when my time comes, use my story as a sign
It’s what I want, make an offer to straighten out a knot in a lifeline
Laying in peace — FINALLY
No more pain, no more anxiety
No more running on empty
Just sweet peace and me
***
All my Fires have been put out
Drunk on the River of Rest — YES
Wanna jump in, full immersion — PLEASE
I’m gonna head towards Heaven — NOW
FINALLY — my request has been granted
BLINK. OPEN. LOOK.
Twirling in my pink dress and pearls— Happiness has me SHOOK
Arms wide, I’m spinning on the gold patines of My Eternity
NOW.
I.
AM.
FREE.
NOW — I can let go and let it be!!!
When you find yourself in times of trouble… “Let it be. Let it be” If you find yourself free of trouble, can it be? Can it be?
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One day…One Fine Day…
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I hope and pray that you can find some peace. It’s painful to try and imagine the pain and troubles you have to deal with daily.
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I gotta say, especially true, when it’s a new development and adding to the pile of emotional rubble.
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Eleanor, your poetry reflects such melancholy. Is life really so sad? We can’t just Let it be! It’s the survival of the fittest, and we can’t be made of glass. One blow and all is over…
Take care, be happy…
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Yes! Yes, sir it really does. At the moment, well, it sucks! Trying my BEST, all I can do, right? 😉
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Hmm… can’t say nothing but the old, “Everything will be alright” useless phrase…
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I really appreciate the effort, you are going above and beyond and that’s just wonderful. You are wonderful. Thank you!
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Wonderful poem Eleanor, touches. ♥️🌹
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Thank you ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ Amber
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Beautiful poem. So touching! 🤍
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Thank you! I appreciate you making such a sweet and thoughtful comment. 😊
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Wow, powerful and beautiful. ❤❤
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It will all be alright one day..
It certainly will.
Take care dear ❤️🤜🏿
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Thank you, Jermena!
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Your poetry brings up so much emotion, Eleanor. Haunting, beautiful, painful — it needs several rereadings. I am sorry for your current burdens, love. I imagine your lovely spirit soaring above these troubles. Then I wonder if you have a support system. How are you taking care of yourself? ❤
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My writing serves as a healthy outlet for my stress and anxiety. It helps keep me grounded and some days keeps me from going insane. I know I don’t have to tell you that we all have hard times…it just feels like the universe won’t let up, you know? Like can a girl get a KIT-KAT? Because I need a break. While I don’t have a lot of support I do the best I can. I look at people like you, I read your work, and I see what my life could be. The possibility of it. Then again, to be honest, even the word “possibility” gets on my last nerve. Ironic. Dickinson is my favorite poet and she said she dwelled in possibility. I always envied what that must feel like. She also said: If your Nerve deny you — go above your Nerve. As far as I can tell, she didn’t write anything about hitting the ceiling.
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We will be here for you Lorene, we are your family here and we love you❤️
The sun will shine surely one day and you won’t have to feel the way you do now.
Time will come🙏🏿😊
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I am touched by your overwhelming kindness, speechless…truly.
You called me by my given first name: Lorene. Haven’t heard or seen that in ages. Very special to me. My great grandmother’s name.
Jermena, thank you, a million times, thank you.
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❤️❤️❤️❤️😊😊🙏🏿
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❤️❤️❤️❤️😊😊🙏🏿
and great grandma had such a beautiful name☺️
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Thank you, honey! You’re such a sweetheart!
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Thank you❤️😚
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