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Fragility and strength poetry
Inner Strength
Finding inner strength, it really is not easy,
As life all round keeps working to defeat me.
Stresses of school and stresses of work,
Throughout our lives we can often be left hurt.
Being left hurt and being left here fragile,
Words can sometimes hit us, powerful like a missile.
A child at school, will grow, learning gaining knowledge,
Getting stronger daily and developing hope and courage.
Experiences
As we get older, our experiences shape and mould,
Some believe our futures are already foretold.
We need to keep on working, just keep pushing through,
We all must try and focus on what we need to do.
Looking around at the world around me,
The wildlife and the flowers, the joy to be free.
Needing to be strong, working to not be weak,
A day at a time and we will have the courage we seek.
Fragility
As the petals they fall from the rose,
The lover sees it and she knows.
Giving your love and giving your heart,
From the person with you, you can’t depart.
The thistles on the rose are always very sharp,
As pretty as it is, its stem it can really hurt,
The blood red flower is beauty, its love not meant to deceiving,
Though for some the rose can sometimes be misleading.
Our hearts
We leave our hearts open to those that we love,
Making us able to feel hurt and need hope from above.
To those that we need and those we care for,
As weakness turns to strength as our hearts we outpour.
We give our hearts to others, we trust them not to break it,
Too often we’re left crying as our love it doesn’t make it.
Our heart it can be shattered, like broken fractured glass,
But in time for all of us, the pain will ease or pass.
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Life’s strength’s and weaknesses
Strength
The tree stands majestic on top of the hill,
Its branches stretching to the sky, never still.
The wind it blows, it lets out a cry,
Its strength relentless, it will not die.
The storm it howls and the trees they sway,
The leaves furnish a carpet, on the floor they lay.
Rain is powerful, it lashes and thrashes,
It soaks me through and today my hopes it dashes.
Love
Hopes and fears, not wanting to do wrong,
In this world we somehow all belong.
Our strengths and weaknesses make us still,
With love, our plans we hope to fulfil.
Here I am, my heart happy in the sun,
Not wanting to be weak, wanting to have fun.
So much is always running through my head,
I try and hide my fears, my inner dread.
We all need strength as we all may feel weak,
Sometimes its comfort that we hunt and seek.
Whether another person or just a warm mug of tea,
A need to be alone with a book and your own company.
Being with others
All around us there really is just so much,
We need to be with others, feel others touch.
Strength and weakness, they go hand and hand,
We all need to live together and try and understand.
So, next time you are sat crying deep in despair,
It is normal to have thoughts of how it isn’t fair.
As the trees and the weather, the world it shows its power,
It’s for us to stand up to it, be the hero of the hour.
Strength and weakness
Strength and weakness, fragility it can keep us tired,
Easily hurt and relentless pain can keep us wired.
Working so hard to stay brave and strong,
Trying to get things right determined to not be wrong.
So, we need to keep on going, living day by day,
Go out and be strong, let the fears hide and go away.
Watching life around us and the trees swaying in the breeze,
It’s for us to work together and consider other’s needs.
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An exotic cocktail and a family
Sarah
She sat staring into her exotic cocktail of Pimms, cola and cold tea. Lighting another calming cigarette, her life was a mess. What next? She had watched James ripped away from her, destined for foster care. Looking at the pile of white pills in front of her, taking them would solve her problems. Reaching for the roll of toilet roll next to her, she wiped the string of snot from her nose before mopping her soaking wet face with the back of her hand.
Was taking her life, really the answer? James was five, he had his whole life ahead of him, he didn’t need her.
As her mobile vibrated, she ignored it. Not wanting to talk to anybody her sisters name flashed across the screen. She was the last person that deserved her time. Picking up a handful of tablets, this was it. Chucking them in her mouth she grabbed her exotic drink and drank.
Debbie
Our family situation had always been dysfunctional. Both parents had always worked long hours. We had come home from school and typically let ourselves in the back door. Cereal for breakfast and dinner, Jam sandwiches for lunch. My sister and I are very different. I always thought we were both survivors, now I’m not so sure. Sarah was attending college studying business and then her life took a new direction.
Sinking into debt, Sarah had been responsible for a series of robberies. Over the last two years, she had been in and out of police station cells. Social services had decided my nephew James was not safe in her care. I was asked to act as a guardian for him but I have no desires to ever be a parent. I work long hours and unlike our parents I’m not raising a child on jam, bread, cereal, milk and loneliness. Sarah had been angry with me, but a loving foster family is surely the best place for him.
As I arrived at my office, my secretary welcomed me.
“Debbie, a Mrs Haynes has been phoning for you.”
“Mrs Haynes?”
“Here’s her number, and your 10.00 appointment is already here.”
The phone call
It was only 9.30, they were early. Looking at Lorraine’s scribble I wondered who Mrs Haynes was. Picking up my desk phone, I dialled her number.
“Hello Carol Haynes, Social Services”.
“Hi, this is Debbie Griffiths.”
“Hello, we are needing to talk to you about your nephew James Griffith’s. Could you please come to the office to see us.”
What had happened now? Should I talk to Sarah?
“Err, when should I come in?”
“Please come as soon as you can”.
“I will be there around 1.00 is that okay?”
I sat back in my chair, was James alright?
Picking up the phone again I wanted to hear Sarah’s voice. I could feel my heart sink as it went to voicemail. Would we ever be friends again?
Sarah
As Henry arrived downstairs, he hadn’t expected to find his lodger slumped over the kitchen table. Her exotic cocktail mix pooling on the table next to her. Dialling 999, he felt for her pulse. Swearing out loud, she was already dead.
Grabbing Sarah’s phone, he searched for Debbie.
Debbie
Sitting with a box of tissues in the social services waiting room my head was pounding. Phoning Henry Lee back that morning, I hadn’t expected such terrible news. With no chance of Sarah having James back. Our parents were certainly not having him. How do you juggle a full-time job as a Solicitor and a small boy? Surely adoption was the best option.
“Miss Griffiths?”
“Yes, that’s me”, I sniffed.
“Thank you for coming in, we have a problem”.
Sat in the office I stared at the blank yellow walls and then watched Mrs Haynes make me a coffee from her machine. Placing the cup in front of me, she said,
“I’m sorry to hear about your sister and thank you for coming in in such difficult circumstances.”
Her words felt empty. She seemed more bothered in business than happy families.
“So, what’s happened?”
An upset child
“Today James was upset over breakfast and attacked another child with a knife. The kids are okay but his foster parents are refusing to keep him. It would mean taking him back into the care services again, more upheaval for him. What would you like to do? You are his only relative that might be appropriate to have him.”
James obviously wasn’t happy, but how could I raise a child. I had never been fun Auntie Debbie.
“I don’t know how to look after a child.”
“Neither does any new mother. You are an intelligent woman and the closest James has to his mum. You must seriously consider this. Please think about it, it’s a big decision but this could be one of the best decisions you ever make. Children are not easy but they are rewarding”.
Attacking a child with a knife, could I really be a good mum to him?
“Mrs Haynes I will give this some thought and get back to you”.
I thought of my next exotic holiday, having James will change my life. Did I really have a choice? If I don’t adopt him I could lose him. I had lost Sarah it was time to rethink my life.
Today
Lying on my exotic Turkish beach, I watched the beautiful little boy laughing building sand castles. Life had changed dramatically but being a single parent was more fulfilling then I ever imagined. I missed Sarah dearly and I still felt guilty for not being there when she was depressed enough to take her own life.
We don’t know what our futures hold, but some opportunities are too special to pass by. I was no longer alone, I had my nephew, now son James, and unlike our parents I knew I was doing a good job.
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