Thinking about strength
What will it take
To change out the crumpled suit
You’ve worn almost to death
Though not yet
It isn’t death you should fear
But not living
Being incapsulated
In redundant urge
Truth is waiting 
Like a small round shouldered girl
Watching herself reflect in cold river
If she jumps she may drown
But staying still is often worse
Easy to ignore when new to the dance
Easy to neglect when all is going well
We learn in adversity
We become more of our stalagmite
Or something transformed
It’s the decisions keeping us from knowledge
A rare moment, often painful, offers the shove
Over a cliff, out of comfort
On our knees begging for Mercy
But she is no God
We carve identity and battle from our own leather
Skinned of illusions
We stand dripping and terrified without defense
Only when it’s all stripped down, pared to the thinnest slice
Believing we cannot survive
That moment
We learn again
To truly fly


For Rick.

0 Replies to “Only then”

  1. If this is for the “Rick”, I am thinking of, he will be over-the-moon when reading this.
    “If she jumps she may drown
    But staying still is often worse
    Easy to ignore when new to the dance
    Easy to neglect when all is going well
    We learn in adversity”
    Of late, the strength I see now in your work has an added dose of survival and a kinship to challenge in it. That is a blessing.

    1. Yes, one and the same mutual friend and warrior, we’ve both been battling and circling the drain, sometimes those who have gone through it as I know you also have, are the most compassionate and understanding. I recognize I understand now, much which I did not, when good health was mine to take for granted. Trying to be positive as it’s what I have to hold onto right now. Thank you for your spirit, I do feel it.

      1. You’re welcome. I don’t know you to be one who taps out or quit often. He isn’t one, either. A proper dedication to him. You’re doing what you can. You’re surviving, you’re pretty much doing it for much more now. Hang in there.

  2. Oh Candice this is one of your most beautiful poems. Every word of it resonates. The other day I got a poetry image of my grief as an overcoat I could now keep on the back of the chair taking it off and putting it back on, no longer with is sewn to my skin. Its amazing how your unconscious found the same image. I just adore this poem.

  3. Beautifully inspiring, Candice. A poem that encourages and emanates truth; one that helps us look down at our own bootstraps and realize we can pull ourselves up via meta-strength and rebirth. We can be like the Phoenix, and your poem gives us the will to try. 💓💕

  4. Such powerful images in this inspiring poem. I particularly loved
    “Truth is waiting
    Like a small round shouldered girl
    Watching herself reflect in cold river”
    And the stalagmite line is amazing.
    Your poem gave me a boost after a very difficult day. Thanks!
    Nikita
    x

  5. This has resonated and tugged on my heart. This is absolutely amazing. You have a wayou of putting emotion into powerful truth of poetry.
    Thank you for sharing sweet candy. Love love love you forever my incredible friend.
    Take care of yourself and remember you are strong and wonderful I believe in you.

  6. A myriad of great images – great poem. Here’s one that stood out for me:
    “We learn in adversity
    We become more of our stalagmite
    Or something transformed”
    I’m glad I discovered your poetry. Thanks.

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