A necessary reflective
state of one's being,
Time set aside from most usual
routines.
Space to turn out and turn
over one’s lot,
Seeing demands clamour for
daily attention.
Gorging oneself on all
that moves and shakes,
Stumbling to carry commitments
as promised.
Stretching far beyond
capabilities of comfort,
Giving more than
expectation seeks to receive.
Sustenance eventually depletes
its enthusiasm,
Seeking solace and to
escape from the demands.
Hibernating inside a place
of quiet contemplation,
Secluded by the sanctuary
of shelter and well-being.
Eventually a wise note of
awakening reveals itself,
An absence has rejuvenated
the attitude of mind.
Fresh optimism permeates
throughout the return,
Uncluttered environments
beckon in view of new hope.
©Copyright Eileen T O’Neill 28/04/2014
very true...that space to oneself is an absolute necessity to bloom once again...so well penned Eileen...
ReplyDeleteThis resonates so strongly with me, Eileen. So often I am overloaded with others' demands and require that drawing back into isolation to replenish myself - then I can come back feeling brighter.
ReplyDeleteI agree, the need to one's personal space has always been a necessary thing for me as well. Without it, we become so depleted, giving becomes a chore instead of a joy. Lovely poem, Eileen.
ReplyDeleteseeking solace to escape from the demands...that is the essence of my last week...disconnecting and just living a bit....
ReplyDeleteBravo to those wise enough to make seclusion when necessary so that the healing can begin. You make the necessity so clear in this poem.
ReplyDeleteSolace is so important to my well-being.
ReplyDeleteI can so relate to this poem, Eileen .
At the end of the day, after taking care of my granddaughter, I seek quiet.
Great poem.
We have to take care of ourselves and nurture ourselves. We often neglect to do this don't we? This was beautiful, Eileen.
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