Looking for Inspiration

My arms are sore

I held on too long to things that robbed me

My knees buckle

I walked a hard path that strained without reason

My ankles are stiff

They are unsure where to set my feet on the ground

My neck turns with difficulty

I didn’t want to see too much

My shoulders tire

I carried burdens not mine


I sit in darkness

Waiting for the light

Knowing it will come

I’ve learned the lesson well

I always knew love was all there was

Now it’s found me


I can let go the greedy things that swindled me

I’ve found a softer path

Where I can step safely

I can see the sun rise and set

And put down the burdens which are not mine.


Because you loved me.

By Deborah E. Dayen

7 responses to “Looking for Inspiration

  1. Omg, I am afraid to ask what was going on with me when I was ailing.
    I’m guessing it had something to do with to many inter personal relations and not feeding the animals.
    Remember, karma’s a beach and then you drown. Goodwill to some and good will to the good ones!

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