I am standing in a field
holding tight to the
middle of a rope
A foolish attempt to
bring balance in an
unexpected tug-of-war
On my right, grief
grips the cord
with all its might
On my left, love
holds firm
Always fierce
Suddenly, I understand-
Neither one can let go
They are forever bound
Now I’m faced with a choice-
Allow the tug-of-war
to continue within me
or let go of the rope
Reach for images,
past and present,
patiently waiting in
the back of my mind
Watch, as grief and love
fall into each other,
simultaneously releasing
laughter and tears
I am lying in a field
having let go
of the rope-
Exhausted, grateful, content

love this metaphor of the rope; it drew me in —
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Thank you, John. ☺️💛
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This is absolutely beautiful, Kelley. Grief is a part of my life, always. And the beautiful conclusion at the end of your poem say it all:
“Watch, as grief and love
fall into each other,
simultaneously releasing
laughter and tears
I am lying in a field
having let go
of the rope-
Exhausted, grateful, content”
So beautiful. It’s how I hold grief and love every day.
Thank you for sharing your open and loving heart with us. ♥️🙏🏻💜
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Thank you, Carrie. ❤️ I am learning. Your encouragement is so appreciated! Much love.
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♥️
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Beautiful.
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Thank you. ☺️
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This is exceptionally good! 😊
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Thank you! ☺️
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