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RE: Speaking of Miracles (Day 40)
One day, finally, I'll slip out this
loosening body bag—
simply sling it over the shoulder
of my sturdy spirit
Brilliant imagery Yahia.
So bittersweet, this feeling of physical and psychological retreat that comes with age. Becoming hardened if we're not too careful, hopefully refined instead - the second stanza perfectly captures that sense of getting to know oneself as the years go by.
Thank you, for your sensitivity, @lazarus-wist. Yes, hardening, or becoming bitter, might be the only failure in life... Success I define, to myself, as deepening our appetite while refining our hunger.
Every stage of life brings with it gifts, if we gracefully surrender those of the past stages.
Really grateful to hear you thought poem did some justice to these intangible realities.
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