Out of Reach

Out of Reach

Words come,
go, whether I stop
to think about the pain
or drive it from my mind.
Never really gone,
it rises when I fall victim
to regret, consider wasted
moments when I long
for those out of reach,
no longer here. I reach
for words they will never hear,
never sure if the words
will reach me.

This poem is my response to Poetics: From a place of pain, the prompt from Ingrid at dVerse ~ Poets Pub, which is “to revisit a time in your life when you have felt pain (emotional or physical, acute or chronic) and come out on the other side stronger.” I don’t think I’ve ever survived such a moment in a way that made me any stronger. Instead, I consider myself just as vulnerable.

36 thoughts on “Out of Reach

  1. Way too often for each of us, pain rides the coattails of tragedy, and there is no epiphany or happy conclusion. I agree with you there. Emotional or physical, pain can be a permanent monkey on your back.

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  2. Ken, I think being vulnerable is what keeps us human. I do think you can choose to detach from it when we start feeling imbalanced. If we believe in our strength as much as we believe in our vulnerability, balance can be maintained.

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    • I like to think that those I have lost knew how I felt about them, especially my parents. I don’t think I failed to express that to them, but now that I’m older I appreciate how much my children express their love for me.
      Thank you, Helen, for sending my thoughts in that direction.

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  3. A potent portrait of grief and regret, Ken, so gently worded I love your description of how the pain

    ‘rises when I fall victim
    to regret’

    It doesn’t do any good, but sometimes we can’t help but regret words unsaid.

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  4. I agree with what you say in the intro. I can’t think that pain either physical or grieving have made me any stronger. How could they? They’re wounds that don’t ever completely heal and nor should they. We think life should be a bed of roses and if it’s not, something’s wrong. It’s just life, thorns and all.
    Your analogy of reaching for words, which are in turn reaching for you, and the essence of them remaining out of reach, is so good. They’re only words and belong to everyone. Pain is part of us.

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  5. Reaching for words to reach another’s heart is one of life’s challenges – can take many iterations with some people!! One huge lesson I learned (v e r y slowly) is that some people simply repel words – needing some sort of action instead. Whereas some of us yearn for words while overlooking all the nonverbal overtures. (Makes for an interesting marriage!)

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  6. i don’t know about stronger, either. i suppose enduring is a kind of strength, but I also wonder if the concept of strength is another word for separation. be strong means don’t feel, yes? and why shouldn’t we feel?

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