Aged Wisdom
Be a survivor,
Toughened through moments.
A bookshelf,
Of stories unspoken.
Embrace the thrilling tempest of existence.
Weep with the wind.
Dance beneath the beams.
Refuge is in the earth.
Despite how bohemian this seems,
You can heal.
Allow your hurt
dissolve into tears.
You can ooze melancholy
while still spiralling up.
Walk barefoot through the manic meadows.
Surrender to your medication.
The cynic will melt.
Burn that rehearsed farewell.
Accept the transience of peace.
Be a shepherd
But also the sheep.
Forgive but never be naive.
Light that match if
you can function in debris.
Accept, clouds will obscure
the deep serene.
Intoxicated on vulnerability…
Perhaps the journey of life
is to realise our own fragility.
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Lovely photo and poem, thank you.
Lovely to read some more of your poetry, Aoife. I hope you’re keeping well.
Beautiful and empowering
Happy New Year Aoife, excellent poem, thanks for sharing.
Fáilte romhat ar ais arís, Aoife. It’s good to learn that you’re quietly growing into yourself out there. Míle buíochas for sharing your wisdom with us.
As someone who’s written some terrible poems, I’m well placed to say that this is horrendous.
What a horrible thing to say to a young girl.Smith
‘Be a survivor.’ Amen to that. Happy New Year, Aoife.