Written for: Poets United Midweek Motif~Journey
“Books are the plane, and the train, and the road. They are the destination, and the journey. They are home.”__ Anna Quindlin, How Reading Changed My Life
“Not a single atom in this universe is without a journey. Everything around you including yourself is a wayfarer. Each moment is a journey enriching us with experience.
Share with us those invaluable moments about your tour, trek, voyage, safari, pilgrimage or you might even recount your inner journey.”
I did not hear
my own voice for years
or maybe did not recognize
a voice of such a tiny size.
There were moments when
volume rose, but then,
again silence won out–
impossible to shout.
I’ve gained independence,
and thicker skin for condescendence.
My voice rings with resolution.
I have no lingering illusions
that people must agree with me
or else I simply cannot be
right. It is fine if I misspeak
or state opinions that are met with critique.
With age there comes a recklessness;
it does not matter if you make a mess.
Respect others, and be free
to believe in yourself, to say, ‘that’s me.’
I relate to taking some years to begin to listen to one’s inner voice – the one voice that will never lead us astray. I ignored it at my peril………. and I totally relate to your poem!!!!!
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Thanks, Sherry. We do eventually learn our lessons, don’t we?
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Great to find one’s voice and assert one’s own opinions… that really is the journey…to find it!
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Exactly!
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“I have no lingering illusions” It’s a must in a journey to reach destinations.
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So true.
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Amen, I understand this and agree with you. This is a great poem.
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Thanks so much, John!
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wow fantastic Upliftin and well written I can relate to that and you totally nailed that Thanks
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Thanks, Marja!
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A sweet moving turn around–and the entire painful and joyous journey in a snapshot!
“With age there comes a recklessness;
it does not matter if you make a mess”
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Thanks, Susan!
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There is a certain freedom to seniority … a hard-earned confidence in self, not so vulnerable to what others think. Well depicted in your poem.
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Thanks, Bev!
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This is a wonderful poem. I think that with age one gains some strength in speaking out. You have definitely earned the right to SHOUT out “That’s me!” and be proud of who you are.
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THANKS, MARY!!!
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Sarah,
I love the growth of you within your personal journey. I find many similarities with my own life and yours as described. Certainly with writing and eventually aldo finding my voice..saying NO more often and not accepting everything..I didn’t really want!
this is a true journey!
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Thanks so much, Eileen! I am glad you can relate to this.
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