Standing inside the glass
Ribbons of color blind me
I place my hands against
Trying to push my way out
But I feel trapped
Each way I look
Is all the same
The same feel
The same touch
The same emotion
Running through my soul
Pressed hard against
With my head leaning in
But I see no way out
No softness calling
To me I will
Remain here
For the rest of
My days waiting
For an exit
To run through.
Terry Shepherd
04/11/2013
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You do know the advantage there is that you will never lose your marbles 🙂
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hahaha this is so true, and I think I feel better now. Thanks Alastair!!!! LOL
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I’m glad. My aim is to make people happy … or suffer the consequences 😉
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your aim is perfect!!!
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Reblogged this on Nature’s Abhorred Vacuum.
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thank you so much Dulzimordash!!! I appreciate this
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No problem!
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So poignant. This is beautiful and very sad, Terry.
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Hi Kadeen!!!!!!!! thanks for liking it!!
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sad, i felt trapped with you
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I hate days when I feel this way but there are now things I can not control and I have to stand and watch
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Yes we all do but I know you are strong enough to face them.
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thank you for the encouragement
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what a wonderfully hued place to be stuck! Love and hugs my dear one.
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thanks so glad you liked it!
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When I read this I was feeling a little sad, and wondered what exactly your train of thoughts were when you wrote it (I’m sure Al entered in there somewhere). Then I read Alastair’s comment and laughed out loud! Precious lady, still keeping you and Al in my thoughts and prayers.
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thanks Becky. I wrote this poem because I have been feeling helpless today, I loved Alastair’s comment too!
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It is hard to overcome that helpless feeling in this circumstance — I feel for you and pray for peace for you. When this feeling came over me all I could do was be there for him and hope he knew I would have given up anything and everything to help him. There is nothing you can do about what you can’t help — in the long run the most important thing is for Al to know you are there for him.
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some days I can accept that one day he will not be here, and then other days I fight and cling to everything I can. thanks for being so understanding my friend
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sad
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I agree. I was sad when I wrote it
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Thanks for posting that Terry, that was sad … but perfect for me – it describes exactly how I’m feeling right now. I’m so sorry I’ve not been in touch lately but I’ve had two shock bereavements (the last one we were expecting but it went from weeks to days – to less than an hour – to I MISSED IT in less than a week!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So in that way it was a shock. We buried my uncle John 2 weeks ago and when we were at the funeral my dad said in a loud voice “Wally’ll be next, in a week or so!” I wanted to HIT HIM! Especially as he was having a good day – he had alzheimer’s but remembered John (who was his brother-in-law and friend), and remembered my nan … he actually asked to go to the funeral with us!!!!!!!!!!! That day, we got a video of him whistling and nan thought hte doctors were wrong … 2 weeks later he went peacefully but sadly he wasn’t asleep. I believe you can plan what circumstances you go in (if you want to be alone) and this seemed planned from his part. He was with mum and nan, then I came seconds later (I had always said I wouldn’t see him but I’m glad I did – THEN). Uncle Richard found out when he was out (dad stopped and told him, against our wishes) and Julia turned about 20 minutes later. She had been on her way with my nephew and had to cancel because he’d already gone. So I’ve kind of gone into myself and barely been on the internet. I’m struggling right now – then you wrote that poem … I feel as though I’m inside that marble! Your poems are amazing – you should get them published. Better go … I lit a candle for Al the other day and I’ll do it again when Igo to the Cathedral next week. I always go there for comfort. Sorry for a long note – all I wanted to do was explain why that is perfect for me!!!!! – and that its all in a block. My hand isn’t working properly (probably cold and pain together.
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Hi my dear friend. What a tragic few days you have been through. It is strange how the minutes turn into hours and life passes you on the outside as if nothing has happened isn’t it? I am so sorry for your losses. For me I have days where I feel I am inside the marble. I see everything clearly but I can make no moves. I feel trapped. There are days I feel like I am so cared about and there are others when I feel totally alone. Decisions I have no answers for and questions I can not answer. I think part of my problem is this crazy cloudy weather. Chilly temps and no sun play havoc on my mood. It has been days since I saw sun. You take care and come back when you feel better. big hugs
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How tragically you describe the frustration within despair.
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sometimes I get so frustrated from my brother’s illness I feel I have no where to turn to
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So sad to hear… writing is great therapy and a healthy way to vent your frustration. Having the insight that you have in the beautiful metaphor that you have written says a lot about how you understand him and are there for him. He is very blessed to have you.
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thank you so much my friend. I pray for peace for my brother and for me I carry hope for a brighter day with less clouds and a glimpse of a sun hiding behind the layers of gloom. It seems the weather can penetrate the layers of our or at least my mood. Sometimes I wish I had never left Florida
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Thank you so much for this blessed message
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not all days are filled with sugar canes and fairy tales are they………..
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You have the exit and the key inside of you and Jesus is holding the door.
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sometimes I am so wrapped up in the center of the problem I forget I am holding that key. I really try to work harder on that but I still fail
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Sad but beautiful written 🙂
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thank you Angel
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Poignant and very original… Never in a million years would I thought about the association you’ve made with the marbles! 😀
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a marble is so smooth and even. the colors are trapped inside as I often feel when I think of how to help my brother ease his pain from his illness. thanks for a great comment Valentina
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😀
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To lost the marbles … feels so good – doesn’t it … understand your frustration and you hopeless … can understand your anger .. can understand your worries …. and your fight.
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I think this is why I think of you so highly. You know me so well
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